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coming off the bleeding heels of Dylan in edit


you follow me
and obsess
and yet never
show your face
unveil your mask
you menial
mister
with a
pipe blister
where your
lips used
to lie
so gently
to the sky

why die?
we are
in this
together
we'll all
go down
the same
ship
sideways
where the
marble
meets
the clay master
at the head
the alabaster
lion's mouth
lays agape
no time
to wait

i count on you
and you smoke
out my blues
with your losing
shoes
that i left
for you
on my doorstep, friend

ain't no mystery
you mistreat
i retreat
firmly
in my worm hole
and prophecize
that my world
is in demise
and the thin
line is just a
matter of my blood
running from
my green eyes

i went to die
for us
so one of us
could live
again
and yet,
noone would try
they didn't
believe
the beehive
head coned shaped
blonded
bronze
heart
of gold
statuesque
shaped old
and blue

i stumped them
came through
out of the blue
i entered the black abyss
without you
it's life
i miss

the purple heart
shaped cross
i wear
on my scarred wrist
a testimony
of my witness
to hell and back
on these streets
i hang my hat
i have friends
that have my back
for life

another Dylan
rhyme stuck
in the time of my mind
blonde on blonde
out of mind
i'm not the kind
to trust that easy
but i'm blind
to love that
is so easily given

he got in again
and pushed me
through
like he always
will do until
the light
shines through
the tunnel
and i see
the funnel
that storms
over his torpedo head
and wish
to climb
into his webs
and comb them
with my mouth
and soothe
his brow
with sweaty
limbs
in sweet
embrace









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