Justin Tallman

The day after cocaine
The mystery of shame
Expressing with a broken face
cracked from the nose
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Leaves are falling
on the ground
snow will cover
all around
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If anyone asks
say that I got lost
staring at the sun
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In a zombie apocalypse
I slay all who could not
survive
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If I went away
to an island with coconuts
listening to the sea shells
singing the ocean's secrets
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Cold teeth
chattering
in a miserable
vibration
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Coming off the chest
and through the mouth
after a million
(probably billion)
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living in the negative
soon enough
the horizon will show clouds
in the right idea
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I spent the night under a cold ozone
with a girl who couldn't accept it
she was buried neck deep in the soil
and I was lying above
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Traveling down a road
with pills, weed
addiction written in stone

From highs to lows
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Mista Dontplay
Don't play no games

If bullshit stains
don't look up his name
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They say
she's jumped ship
to swim in the ocean
to be baptized with truth
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Breathe in
and exhale
into a moment
which summons condoms
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Dancing on the stars
your feet
losing thought of the ground
tiptoeing in the dark abyss
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headphones
volume on high
eyes closed
from the staring gavel
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The breaking of bottles
liquid splashes and drips
dropping like low volume bombs
the after math of violence
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Every shots a shot
you either miss your head
hit the target
or the coin is tails
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My eyes are plastered on
plastic screens
LCD piercing Iris
winking hello to London
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Blue eyes stay with you
like a madness you can't
think your way out of
broken and longing
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the wind blows
whispering directions
commonly given to a fool
with disagreement the trees
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