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autoclavic dream weld

Submitted by Esker on Fri, 2015-08-07 19:23

leather driver gloves
grip grim
his snarl stitches in this
light the chin
her youthful pursed
pause mouth complex
the city landscape
starts to stretch

siren receeding
night climbs reeling
rescesitating a moon
gone blue
blown out the life
the spells brew
the morning street
washer will blast
post scene gloves
and wraps
and punks getting
high on rolls
of the gravy
dreaming of tapping
the new fresh with
the umbro in navy

and the stars smile
cold like dull brass
remembering when
they were the new
ass

we dont know
we dont care
got us enough
gas in the tank
to get us there

we are merging
sinous and anonymous
in a hex of sights
lost the paparazzi
and surveillance
speeding through
the red light

"whatever makes U happy"

the bright tracer smoke
spinning out behind us
like lifes a joke
and the fingers on my
zipper an expertise
grope

exorcism by fire
all the tools by
trade
scalded with the
cleanse of passion
all the new
weapons made

chamber love
baby with a kiss
slap your ass
hope for luck
so we
cant
miss

Editing stage: 
Editing - rough draft

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Geezer

Sat, 2015-08-08 08:14

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with your rhyming! Maybe because you very rarely do it! I'm not sure if this is a metaphorical or reality description, but it doesn't matter. I get the feeling that they are star-crossed lovers, that will continue on with their amorous liaison, regardless of the odds against them! [ We don't know, we don't care, got us enough gas in the tank to get us there]. A kind of Bonnie and Clyde feel to it!
Nice read this early morn, with my cuppa tea and smoke. As always, ~ Gee

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Esker

Sun, 2015-08-09 00:13

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Oh yes..I can rhym..
just prefer the texture of feestyle
metaphor or realization..
if its possible to create a poem short story
with as much an outcome feel as this
that great...

learning curve
writing like life is like this
the dissapointments
of crews not properly caring
trained or stuck to detailing

more and more I see so many
pretend fakesters only worrying
about look and competing with
fools

people work hard and get hit hard
divorced...all the hard work out the
door..split assets..kids..
lose a partner and no back up plan

or be your own dug in person and do
without all personal luxury but slowly
build an empire you can live in

de structuring the ego to rebuild it
and understand its complexity and primitive
quick speeds..

its been great work the last few years!

thank U!

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