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The Eclectic Pen - the puzzle box glued to the rubik's cube

By: ericjasongastelum   + 52 more  
Date Submitted: 1/10/2009
Words: 241

  sitting in my trailer for three years
the carpet's long since lost it's comfort.
natural lighting radiates waves of light
at such a low speed.
kitchen table's a mess
the noodles are burning to the bottom of the pot, again.
like oil
running down my stomach
over my thighs
between the toes, connected to my fractured foot.
my crooked mouth, slanted to fit yours
cracks at the crease, where my lips meet
they curve
never end.
i whisper lovely things
it's all i enjoy to think
standing behind time, as usual
not sure what to be consumed with anymore.
a silent spirit floats by me as i break my trance
sunken holes for eyes
a cemetery for a mind
a mass grave for a heart
an invisible realm battles in my sleep
i dream
therefore, it's the only time i actually think.
as i spin
on a globe
through space
having my fill of flesh
having my fill of company
having my fill of desperation
having my fill of addiction
having my fill of self-destruction
using untrained convictions
feelings to break my barriers
i look behind my chest.
i can see through everyone except myself
i'm cold metal and warm flesh.
i'm a thousand dollars an hour and i swear, i never come or sweat.
the sight of hips still makes me gag
the thought of conversation forces me ill
the quest for truth is draining me thin
the mind i've abused for better company is bent
the promises i've lent are being redeemed while i have no capital
the words i use are sparse and three hundred percent concentrate of their derived meanings.
look between
you'll know why i'm in a trailer
or why there's blood everywhere.

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ericjasongastelum - 1/10/2009 12:34 AM ET
personal message me your comments[please], or i swear to whatever you believe in, i'll never see them.
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