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Velvet Milk.

I feel lonely

Burden bringer of honey warm my bones

feel sultry and never not alone

The tastes of a psychopath

reflect the doctrines of my own personal philosophy

and I repeat

I feel lonely

bite to the taste of blood and modify your slouch

cryptic melodies flavor the month

could you stand still long enough to bar the glare from the sun

I cannot see the wind breaking the trees

in half

time is condensed

I am selfless

and I am prepared to die before the funeral

if your promise me

to set flowers at my grave.

Wealth In Decency.  

There’s a leprechaun at the end of the rainbow

smoking a cigarette sitting on a pile of gold

I am tempted to break his nose

give him a black eye and steal his gold

but then I heed the warning

God would want better of me

so I light my own cigarette and sit next to him

we share a thermos of coffee

and joke about the weather

wanting nothing more than what I’m offered.