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i couldn't tell
cadmium

you didn't tell,
 1
and, hell, i didn't care --
 2
except you teased
 3
my launch to mars,
 4
called it 'kiddy kar',
 5
like i'd stolen mercury
 6
and misaligned your star. yah,
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i'm impossible.
 8
 
 
you reinvented your history,
 9
like a last month's christmas tree,
 10
bangling oggles, stretched out wobble:
 11
wooden wingless wigs on trump's fedora --
 12
i implore ya not to get too hip intensitied,
 13
'cause mr. leprosy has got your ride.
 14
 
 
and, i'm so mellow here in porkland,
 15
watching pigs roll down the feathered hill;
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chilling with the leprechauns and demons,
 17
such a fright. and, nights are wizard,
 18
with each drop
 19
from fremont bridge
 20
into the frigid willy-met: splash of broken
 21
presents, on stage, the final biosphere,
 22
and we're rejected for the future we've just passed.
 23
 
 
you didn't kiss, and, well,
 24
i wouldn't tell you how to shoot;
 25
your girl's a fool for chatterbating when
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you're raving in the rust belt far and gone;
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gone getaway, to contemplate the reasons
 28
for some transit world in plasma space --
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learn things we thought we thought were worthless: grin and glow.
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if i must pick apart the slivers of my memory,
 31
pinch each punctured line
 32
and redefine what's life or art: what kept us far away --
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replace the sadness meat of history, of you and me,
 34
with something smileable to play me while you're
 35
puking in the bar.
 36
 
 
i didn't tell you how so beautiful you looked last night;
 37
i forgot to bring the orchid for your wedding gown --
 38
i've often felt i should adore you more, to be polite,
 39
but, polite's that thing the clown tripped over, leaving town.
 40

1 Feb 17

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ok bob
 — DeformedLion

changed it some to make it more lyrical.
 — cadmium

this is worthless, i think. that's how i feel today. poetry is about feeling, but sometimes i'm too gay.
 — cadmium

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