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two idiots

for all the stupid shit

i just impulsively want to do

there’s no one else

to be a moron in the moment

with me but you.

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friction

a shoulder grazed

untouching friction

a backward glance

a wordless communication

silent discourses gone

it never meant so much

more to a simple stranger

who needed some complication.

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Marital Machines

Tell me now, I know
That it just won’t stop
You will find your flow
When you go robot…

~*~

For now I’ll question what this is about

Let’s talk it out, let’s talk it out

Our system was complex, a tangle of red wires

You refused to be binary, a programmed liar

.

For now I’ll stall my grinding clockwork mouth

Let’s talk it out, let’s talk it out

And I’m s-s-stuttering my computed convictions

When you’re switching, wasting my prior restrictions

.

For now I’ll stifle my careful calculated pouts

Let’s talk it out, let’s talk it out

Tongues pour crude oil and sugar, but not a sound

I can sense this l-l-love affair is a battleground

.

For now I’ll withhold all my [g]oogled doubts

Let’s talk it out, let’s talk it out

I’ll update you on the latest version of your l-l-lies

And the experts say I don’t hurt, just byte

.

For now, my high voltage CPU overheats a lot

Let’s talk it out, let’s talk it out

My visual goggles seem to be badly leaking

Your accusatory fingers are clicking and p-p-pointing

.

For now I’ll plug into a safer route

Let’s talk it out, let’s talk it out

You were wired with implanted ab-ab-abjudications

You called me nuts and bolted with geared emotions

.

For now I’ll s-s-steal some pixelated 8-bit clouts

Let’s talk it out, let’s talk it out

Your sloppy affections at the wrong time, the wrong place

I’ll retrieve my composure, desire your asphyxiated grace

.

For now I’ll be speaking boldly, volume rising aloud

L-l-let’s talk it out, let’s talk it out

My word stream is unstable, a data-mosh of praying

Perhaps you’ll have the sanctum’s version 0.1 aging

.

For now I’ll signal an alarming blowout

Let’s talk it out, let’s t-t-talk it out

You were electric, and you overloaded my circuits

But technicalities aside, you were but a v-v-virus

.

For now, for now, you won’t backup, and my process is going south

L-l-let’s talk it out, let’s t-t-talk it out, le-le-let’s t-t-talk it o-o-out

Analysis shows I can take your micro cheap tricks no longer

Warning! Data error! System failure! Shut down or recover?

.

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~
I want to thank you
And spank you upon your silver skin
Robots don’t care where I’ve been
You’ve got to choose it to use it
So let me plug it in
Robots are my next of kin…

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Briarcliff Presents: A Short* Introduction Of Characters and Classic Acts In Our Humble Asylum

*The descriptions, not the entire introduction itself.

~*~

The rarest crimson bird

A tainted greedy priest

A blue-eyed naïve nun

That hid a ghastly beast

.

A sapphic snoop reporter

A psychotic psychiatrist

A plight pepperpot patient

A very shady Nazi scientist

.

A boy hounded by an alien

And his dead pregnant wife

A child thought hit-and-run

But she’s actually still alive

.

A great guy, graceless Grace

Hey, infamous Bloody Face

Angel of death’ll be upon us

And an exposé for the ages

.

A crying statue of Holy Mary

A bad nymphomaniac Shelly

Anne Frank(?), popsicle Wendy

Killer Santa Claus, that Leigh

.

Conscience-plagued guard

Dominique played to insane

A jukebox for Lana Banana

Oh, did I mention the canes?

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A superstitious Mexican lady

One—or maybe two—babies

Cannibalistic mutated crazies

Their endings ain’t quite pretty

.

We’ve got twisted mummy issues

And severe scandalous misgivings

We’ve got dirtiest deeds sacrilegious

We got dead couples and mad patients

.

It’s quite an interesting roster of visceral macabre characters

In a banger backdrop of a demented rundown asylum within

Now you’ve met the familiar faces, what are we all waiting for?

Let the grim spotlights flicker off and Briarcliff’s horrorshow begin!

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Static Connection

All that hate is gonna burn you up
It keeps me warm at night, warmer than anyone
I think how many drinks I’ve had, no more in either hand
I’m slurring on purpose, and it’s certainly worth it…

~*~

These extricable knots are tied together in one graceless swift motion

And blurry photos jestingly taken for another harried flurried notion

Exchanging thrown dulled knives of raucous insalubrious remarks

And an injected almost-lethal dose of offhanded obnoxious snarks

.

Swinging and swimming against these painted, tainted mercurial waters

Holding onto the moon’s sparse gravity tighter as though it even mattered

The muddled ink dripping onyx blots will rearrange themselves for a story

Feather quills quaintly plucked from a silver dove to create your own reality

.

A candy taffy treat for my aching grinning jaws and falling teeth to chew on

Though I know I’m a terrible jinx, I’ve never been a sweetened potion

The knot that connects the headphones is all tangled up and horridly twisted

Loopy links that lose the music, like a sailor constrictor’s poor rendition misted

.

But even cave stones can wash away their stalagmites and stalactites

And dark scathing thorns can still hold up a blooming scarlet rose alike

And the song continues to play fast amidst the Wurlitzer’s slower tune

In the pages, the bookmarks still hold their place, waiting patiently for soon

.

Heaven and Earth will touch souls first before a prideful man says his sorry

Falls humble to his knees, weeps and thanks and tears apart his self glory

Though I trip on these wires and hear fuzzy connections, I must be absolutely crazy

Because despite every scar and war I’ve gained against, still, I don’t regret the conspiration; it ain’t so bad, really.

~*~

Everything I do is bittersweet
You could tell me secrets that I’ll probably repeat
I’m not trying to hurt you, I just love to speak
It feels like we’re pulling teeth, so bittersweet…

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