May 5th 2016

3 of Wands

is the breaking of habit with isolation,

Queen of Swords

the epitome of detached observation,

10 of Cups

emotional satisfaction

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Drunk on a Monday

i feel it creeping up my sore neck,

the late night drive alone,

the radio’s on,

my nightmares where my teeth bleed,

and fall out one by one,

the way i remember losing them as a child,

blood on my fingers,

turning them over in my palms like pearls,

i hesitate in the doorway,

holding the screen open,

there is no one behind me,

i don’t bother turning on the fairy lights,

i don’t touch my guitar,

and “i don’t gotta ask permission, when i wanna go out fishin”

i drink until my head spins,

it used to feel that way,

so i get my cheap thrills if nothing else

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Burned

can’t bare to touch it with the hand,

can’t cover it with clothes,

lay there panicking in the night,

sweating into your pillows and dreams,

but it can’t be helped,

you’ve been burned again

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habits

have you ever been worried

what a friend of yours would say to you

after not talking for a few months?

that’s me and these characters lately,

i’m scared they’re mad at me

for ignoring him while i had other,

living people on my mind,

that’s what i’m worried about,

i treated them like they weren’t alive,

so now they feel dead

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Don’t Mind Him, He’s Drunk

on a Thursday midnight morning,

miles from family

or friends,

don’t mind him,

he’s just drunk

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“I Give My Gun Away When It’s Loaded”

safety’s off,

sooner or later,

someone picks me up,

i am taken apart,

cleaned for efficiency,

interchangeable parts,

i go off in her hand,

leaving a mess on the bed,

by morning,

i am in a black bag at the

bottom of a dumpster

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to find, to bind

hallelujah,

incense burning,

the Queen of Wands to find,

hallelujah,

incense burning,

and with this fool

in this frame, to bind,

hallelujah,

incense burning

into my palm,

smear the ash

across my shoulders,

hallelujah,

 

“there was a time you’d let me know

what’s really going on below,

but now you’d never show that to me,

did ya?”

 

now i have seen,

and i go early to bed

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