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DON’T GET ME WRONG OBLIVION, I NEVER LOVED YOU KIDDO

Don’t get me wrong oblivion
I never loved you kiddo
You that was always sticking around
                                                  Spoiling me for everyone else
                                                  Telling me how it would make
                                                  You nutty if I didn’t let you
                                                  Go the distance
And I gave you my breasts to feel
Didn’t I
             And my mouth to kiss

O I was too good to you oblivion old kid      that’s all
And when I might have told you
                                                    To go ahead and croak yourselflike
                                                    You was always threatning you are
                                                    Are going to do
                                                                I didn’t
                                                                I said    go on you interest me
                                                                I let you hang around
                                                                And whimper
And I’ve been getting mine
Listen

There’s a fellow I love like I never love anyone else that’s six foot two
tall with a face like any girl would
die to kiss and  skin like a little kitten’s
That’s asked me to go to Murray’s tonight with him and see the
cabaret and dance    you know
Well
If he asks me to take another I’m going to and if he asks me to tale
another after that I’m going to do that
and if he puts me into a taxi and tells the driver to take her easy and
steer for the morning I’m going to let
him and if he starts in right away putting it to me in the cab
I’m not going to whisper
Oblivion
Do you get me
Not that I’m tired of automats and Childs’s and handling out ribbon to
old ladies that ain’t got three teeth
and being followed home by pimps and stewed guys and sleeping
lonely in a whitewashed room three
thousand below Zero     oh no
                                                I can stand that
But it’s that I’m O Gawd how tired
                                                        Of seeing the white face of you and
                                                        Feeling the old hands of you and
                                                        Being teased and jollied about you
                                                        And being prayed and implored and
                                                        Bribed and threatened
To give you my beautiful white body
Kiddo
             That’s why

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solid poem by a solid dude

brain freeze, backward eyeballs in circular motions except backwards

feels like spiders itching crawling

feels like third eye always watching

melting biting

“For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.” ― Kahlil Gibran

(Source: tommywantwingey, via paradoxlust)