#brokenplates

Your tooth isnt the symptom of something larger

It’s just rotted

You’re just rotting

Stop applying pressure

The wounds bled

Tourniquetted

Mother isn’t going to kiss it better

Your future is a rosy plume

Your past is a rusty streak

Was there ever any thrill in it?

Just put it away

Pack it up

Punch it down I-75

Don’t idle on Main Street

Dont rubberneck at George’s

She’s not there

Ashes and broken homes

Cul de sacs on puerile land

Cracked Buddha banisters

And hidden labs

Twenty four years

Of waste

And rot

Broken Dishes And Good Fortune

Bluffton South Carolina

Well wishes in the form of broken plates

Folklore that broken plates left at a door step bring well wishes

The strange belief that broken plates offer well wishes are piling up in Bluffton South Carolina

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I wanted it

maybe even begged

But once the light reaches you I know what it really means

The want and the need

The adverse effects of loneliness

It’s unfortunate that we can say words without any true weight behind them

It’s all fun and games in late night shades

Whisky tongues and empty years

The stars curse me and you play out their deed

I know better

I know what I deserve

My knees all fucked

You’re brains all nuked

I’m done, fuck off, get bent etc.

Stupid fuck.

Toxicity runs in these shallow veins,

Uninterested and unwanted

Oh man, how desperate

Yet you’re a leech of the emotional genre,

You drain me till I’m grey

An I let it slide, oh baby

‘Cause who wants to be alone

In times like these

You’re not so high An mighty now,

weak

on your knees