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Trojan Kisses





Trojan Kisses




I'm on the brink/

Of walking free/

On the marching breeze/

That tomorrow brings/

Of all the things/

That could fill this hollow need/

Of mine, I'm falling deep/

Into the Autumn leaves/

With a shot of wink-/

-ing whiskey I nod and beat/

My hands against this awful dream/

Like a dog in heat/

Hypocrisy/

Follows me/

Everywhere, it stalks and sings/

To let it out as my heart, it bleeds/

For what was lost to me/

When I crossed the seas/

Monogamy/

A sparkling ring/

Uncommonly/

Strong reprieves/

From a world that drops the beam/

On frolicking/

Watching eag-/

-er as her belly rounds/

Itd be swelling out/

As the very ground/

That birthed our roots begins to tremble, growl/

And then allow/

Another seed to be spreading out/

As its vines assemble mount-/

  -ains from pebbles, a family stretches out/

From the death and drought/

Of our own, we resemble val-/

-iant warriors bending back-/

  -wards to set the mouth/

Of the world open in awe at our splendid hour/

But this is just the wreckage found/

In my disassembled mound/

Of emotions that then aroused/

My spirit but now stress it out/

So I pick up a pen and let it out/

Only to then be drowned/

In tears in the devil's shroud/

But unless I'm dour/

Then just keep me dead and crowned/

With metal wound/

Through the endless vall-/

  -ey of my demented scowl/

Because our ghostly children/

Know me whimpering/

In the night, a lonely victim/

Of hoping, wishing/

That youd hold me within/

But instead we slowly drifted/

Apart like our ropes were split in/

Two, and though we gripped each/

Other with ferocious misty/

Eyes, our own descriptions/

Of perfection closed our vision/

And exposed the distance/

Between us, and as I watch you grow, you're slipping/

Away from me, my only mission/

In life I've failed, I'm groaning crippled/

Alone and inches/

Away from being mostly living/

My bones and fickle/

Moon are notions tickling/

Me from the inside, and I'm clothed in ribbons/

Made from the cold I shivered/

In, as the oceans, rivers/

And home we built in/

Each other has exploded, dipped in/

To its now muddy foundation, I disrobe and, blissful/

Atone for sins that/

Broke us, hidden/

In ways that you had to feel, my babygirl I'm sending you trojan kisses/

Because although I'm sitting/

Here saying I want you happy even if I'm not the rose you're sniffing/

I really want you back, our life unfolding in the/

House we built, devoted, building/

Like always said with both our children/









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