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Sweet Shrewd Prince

Sweet shrewd prince, unrun, do stay

I’m left chasing the last word of my sentences

I would, I would but I'm too drunk to address it

Effortless, you drip with honey and tar

Enough of it to leave me wondering

Perhaps enough to repel

You make it so you’re too much of you to address

Whatever us may be, fuck it I’ll just

Hex it, as to leave a taste in my mouth

Like I was close enough to you

For in a dream, content, I thought I saw you

But he was a faceless entity, though I swear

In subliminals, anon, I felt

It was wholly you and no one else

This house of glass, that we beheld

With razors falling down your throat

And spilling out of skin, brazen, cold

A crown of flowers to lay to rest

Those little incisions that corrode

In an elusive memory, I watched you implode

In a vacuum, nothing has escaped

That fateful location, cooped up with

Dreams of future past, and gnawing whispers

That bring to light no more than should be

Spoken into the tangible

Spoken into me

Unwavering sleep, which I forge out of depths of my own hell Gingerly lies, to all but self. Putrid kennel, ‘Dare I join the beasts?’ Is but a question to all whose hearts, it beats Tender night, to v

The sun, hissing my name, called me forth My day of reckoning, brought alive by charred pavements A sun-smog that told a certain half-truth I, imbibed, embalmed, stepped into the world And let it dict

To live is to see yourself In the midst of a tsunami wave Bound to take it all away and all your head can do Is process your leaving, you You uttered the imminent And said you’ve decisively decided to

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