assorted.

she burned down the city,
and it smelled like rotting flesh.
i called out to her, but she didn't yell back.
my nostrils caught another hit.
it fried my brain like pure cocaine,
and the city slowly roasted.
everyone was trapped inside.
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i check my phone and haven't had any calls in three days,
it's then that my eyes sulk over and glaze.
and just so you know, it's you i'm thinking of.
i sit idle and wait for your call.

when i step out to breathe and realize that i can't,
it's when i finally find the right words to say.
and just so you know, it's you i'm thinking of.
that's why the words don't ever come out right.
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cirque du triste
the horse is striped and on parade.
i've seen his sad escapades.
there's a man taking pictures, i see.
he's pointing his camera at me.
the lions are beaten and bruised.
i've seen them all being used.
there's a man taking pictures, i see.
he's pointing his finger at me.

have you seen the thick-skinned beasts?
they trample amongst the thieves.
there's a man taking pictures, i see.
he's pointing his gun at me.
the strongman is locked in a pen,
and i'm staring at a group of strange men.
there's a man taking lives, i see.
he's sucking the life out of me.

the canvas top is stuck in the air.
the flags are flying with flare.
there's ribbons in all the girls' hair.
the little boys stop and they stare.

but while they pass me by,
i laugh and i cry.
the carnival clown points his long gun at me.
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i loathe that feeling i sometimes get,
when i swear this one's finally my last cigarette.
my knuckles turn raw and i head off for home,
always working my fingers down to the bone.
what do i have to show for it
when life's a great big heap of shit,
and all i do is swim in it.
it's a smothered pool of jellied lust.
and all i do is swim in it.

i reached for the sky, so high.
on my tiptoes, i almost learned to fly.
i thought of the feelings, the dreams, and the visions.
they came to once, but they left me with echoes of derision.
my fingers were gone, like a sandpaper tongue ripped the meat bit by bit.
the bleached white bone shone like diamond in the sun. i reached for it.

i closed my eyes, and i looked deep inside.
the sun broke free of my stare.
the moon cradled the stars, and i exhaled.
the feeling creeped up the stairs.
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