Tallon Fassi

Pulling at me,

crimson incubus of pleasure

filling hollows childhood left.

Smiles don’t clean up the mess,

beer bottles, needles and unrest.

Layers of lies webbed in your eyes while

vowing to be where you’ve never been.

Whole or half, fractional math.

You are the rust on my tin.

I don’t have heart strings

within.

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Darling the issue at present

is illuminating a purpose.

Respect is bare balls minimum,

Now baby,

who do you think your fooling?

The tears of a clown and

all that sambuca

oh honey child,

you will drowned.

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I know my unspoken name.

I prayed and you came;

Broken glass the sand from yesterday

life’s mossaic blown away

Dueling mandaila cliques ?

No! Rappers crunking Escalades.

Portions collected at boarder lines.

There is yours.

Here is mine.

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Broke…
Broken down
and broken hearted. 
A triumphed of ill fate. 
One seems to beget the others to easily.

 I stand
on a tropical island
with…
empty pockets and
a hand full of broken heart crumbles.

I had promised
myself
back in the day
I planned on avoid all shananigins,
however they all come to play,
I shan’t
 use any good sense
when dealing with them.

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Your buttery words fatten my ears
with revolutionary promises
philosophies that endears.

get on my boat still
and claim you can ride?
boasting that has me swallowing
my pride,
perhaps to keep you?

talk is cheap!
and I’m not preaching voodoo!
or am I?

my one good eye
in my forehead
told me to write down
the whispers of
what goes unsaid.

time is my x ray vision to see through you.

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Thoreau had his pond
and I’ve got a stream
and it moves so slow… It seams.
Yet, it’s pure.
My dreams lead me to distant shores.
You melt my smore!

The distant woods
of which I speak
are lovely, wild and hard to keep.
What I mean to say is
I need someone deep .

What?

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My heart is torn a sunder.
The pieces go
sprinting after their homes.

In an attempt to…
“keep it together.”
my eyes
go bouncing after
freed halves.

My arms… fearful of
“Going blind.”
Tug and pull themselves free.
On dancing fingers
they prance in bounds
after the Exodus.

Leander tries to
socket fuck
my skull.

Offering me diamonds
for my sightless holes.

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The proud raconteuse gliby
chuckles at the plebeian notion of physics.

Connected by chemical simpatico
she, abstruse, understands propulsion
of the tete-a-tete.

Undaunted profundity of the mind
allow the prelate of faith to connect
what once was, once more.

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To slice over tide ridden seas.

My paths are crossed
spindles of diffused emotion.
Braking old assumption;
bottles to sea glass.
Soak your roots
in spontaneity
Water will always wash away
the encrusted salt of flame.

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She cut me out!

Off the pictures

 of the memories

What it’s all about?

Like a cancer born in June

Or a baby of the blue moon.

One of a kind

some how

 beats

the Nuts

Like double vision with precious

Ladies dancing on a pole

Fear takes hold of the body.

Talk that shit,

I think it gaudy.

But fuck it, we came to party,

We do start a bit of trouble,

But we don’t bother anybody.

Heads up.

Show down

Push it in.

Play a round.

Flop it over.

Let it ride.

Its a game

 You are still alive.

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