Notions Of Perfection

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Notions of perfection
Falling to fatigue on my soul
Expectations taking control
Society little more than an infection
I’m choking; expiring through this hole

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I’m Working On A Deliberate Sound

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I’m working on a deliberate sound

Tracking a feeling I’ve never found

Filtering & distilling a final abstract

Like passion was some sort of artifact

They’re still searching for their good luck

Let us dance holes in our old school Chucks

No need to worry about their errant thoughts

Let me strip naked – for I’m kinda hot

The beat down to your toes

Secrets of my soul, I’ll cautiously expose

Neglected Rose On These Midnight Streets

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Neglected rose on these midnight streets
Finding myself detached from all other souls
Close to something which resembles an answer
No need to guide me, I already know the holes
I’ve already left, did you notice I was gone
I return to myself, closing all windows & doors
You may know where I am
But you don’t know what I have in store

Glassy Eyed Vipers Stand In The Corner

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Glassy eyed vipers stand in the corner
Memories of cool water and menthol cigarettes
Manual labor for a couple more summers
Then throw me with the rest of your vets
Counting the days until they are all gone
Cast off into an unknown unforgiving sea
Vacant and alone on a sunny day
The cold winter days at least give reason to be
Memories of forgotten love lost
Those years crash against my soul
Pictures and letters no more than ash
Not enough booze to fill this very hole

Most Guys

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Most guys

Will tell as many lies

As it takes to get between your thighs

But that’s not my goal

I’m just trying to find something to fill this hole

That has been left in my soul

*this is one of the first poems I can remember writing. I believe it goes back to ’94 or ’95.