Word Vomit

By CausticChlorine

Ill affixed fixation on the fixtures
Pictures mixtures lost abandoned
Tinctures of tickling intestines
Test wins wilting on the
Willoughby tree breed the
Red Sea bloods be bled
On the bleeding bread of a
Scabbing six foot martyr
With a turtleneck sweater
And a frappe blend
opinion in a can.

Minions to a mindset of
Mind the minded who
Mind the minded who
Make a whole new centerfold
Fiddled fit for framing close
Enough to victim blaming
Victim naming a lazy victim
The impressive cobblestone
Gravel form phrasing
Cherry pick the pebbles to swallow
Follow free down the road of
Missed opportunity
In a mirror of marred
Alma mater almost matters
When the shrugs you give
Fall apart in tatters.

Mail order males made of mail order tails
Fox furs and capybara leather
Father mother's of the misprint
They're distant disdained and drawn
Delighting in the plight of their hellspawn
Seek a symbol from the symbiote
Murder may and murder wrote
Mother knows best and you
Know best you've got the grooves
To prove it carved from ex-boyfriend
Habits and rabbit skull bones
Fade along the jawbreaker
Make yourself known
Crack open the crevice of a
Twisting haunch launch the letter
For the court case well after their response
Take along the ticks ticks a ticked
Ticking at the mazes.

Don't start with me don't start with me
it's not a broken heart if it's still beating
you're just retreating from it if it's not broken
breaking might be better for a word like that
you're not broken you're just breaking
there's a difference baby don't you 
agree 
with
me tonight I think I should sleep 
and so should you even though
neither of us will it's a given
it's a given 
it's 
a part of the way we worked before
and how we worked even then
and if I don't understand what good 
I did then maybe I'm just not the one.


Morning afters and goodbyes 
don't exist when you stay up all night
and if you're still reading this I'm right
what could even change so soon
but what can I say when I left I slept 
till noon
all the issues that I had seem to be 
bare minimum of me broken down
into threes and zeroes. 

Three six nine there isn't much time
for things like this. 

I can't recognize my hands. 

I think there's a problem with me but there doesn't seem much solution, and I can't even write properly today. Anyways. This works better than talking, having people to just sit and judge what I put out of myself. Even better, having them choose to do so rather than operate on a matter of obligation. Isn't that something?

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Copyright 2017 CausticChlorine
Published on Monday, November 13, 2017.     Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

It's probably just a bunch of separate things, goodnight everybody.
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  • Cassette On Tuesday, November 14, 2017, Cassette (286)By person wrote:

    The wordplay is playful and the alliteration, alive.

  • CausticChlorine On Tuesday, November 14, 2017, CausticChlorine (54)By person wrote:

    It's good to get the excess out at some point. There's quite a bit of it.

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