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YOU SLEPT WITH SOMEONE IN FALL OUT BOY, AND ALL YOU GOT WAS THIS STUPID POEM ABOUT IT
YOU SLEPT WITH SOMEONE IN FALL OUT BOY, AND ALL YOU GOT WAS THIS STUPID POEM ABOUT IT
Horse rides with friends,
and horseplay. A
glass of oak-barrel aged
chardonnay. Childish
charades give way as the facade fades.
One can not simply shrink
One can not simply shrink
into nothing.
Will we step on the grapes today? Tonight,
Will we step on the grapes today? Tonight,
do we spin the
revolver's chamber
of secrets, tongue
the gun, and see if we can worm our way out
of the dirt that
of the dirt that
buries our bruises up to the neck?
One can not simply shrink.
One can not simply shrink.
Just because you
speak does not mean you were spoken to. Swearing does not make you a
sailor any more than the moon tattoo, sewed through skin, stitched
and stretched over a canvas before being flattened
under the guise of
repuropsing yourself.
If
you are to treat me the way you treat you, you must know
that
one can not shrink. In the interests of arguments,
one
can shrink. Warm water
in
the washing machine. Extra high temps
on
the dryer. Curling into the fetal position
at
the foot of the bed
like
a god-damned, dog.
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By Mathew SerbackYOU SLEPT WITH SOMEONE IN FALL OUT BOY, AND ALL YOU GOT WAS THIS STUPID POEM ABOUT IT
Horse rides with friends,
and horseplay. A
glass of oak-barrel aged
chardonnay. Childish
charades give way as the facade fades.
One can not simply shrink
One can not simply shrink
into nothing.
Will we step on the grapes today? Tonight,
Will we step on the grapes today? Tonight,
do we spin the
revolver's chamber
of secrets, tongue
the gun, and see if we can worm our way out
of the dirt that
of the dirt that
buries our bruises up to the neck?
One can not simply shrink.
One can not simply shrink.
Just because you
speak does not mean you were spoken to. Swearing does not make you a
sailor any more than the moon tattoo, sewed through skin, stitched
and stretched over a canvas before being flattened
under the guise of
repuropsing yourself.
If
you are to treat me the way you treat you, you must know
that
one can not shrink. In the interests of arguments,
one
can shrink. Warm water
in
the washing machine. Extra high temps
on
the dryer. Curling into the fetal position
at
the foot of the bed
like
a god-damned, dog.