Owen Bittner

Scars, dead tissue reminders
of past misadventure,
some hidden – to visit
when I’m alone
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Darkness – void of sound, pain,
and motion; a tranquil ethereal chill
has infiltrated from within,
not one of temperature but from
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Look at me! skillfully flying above
those inferior flakes,
Purest white of pristine perfection
Yeh- I’ve got what it takes
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A look from across the room takes my breath
intimate touch as we pass in the hall
Heart-stopping deadly as shootin’ Meth
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Dusk consumes with the closing of our eyes
against the appetite of the darkness
Stellar judgments stab at the bitter haze of regret
uninvited dreams infiltrate our sleep
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She was unfortunate to look like her
So pretty to see and touch, its ugly ran deep
inside of her like them all – until removed by me
Perfecting their beauty one at a time
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Incision Bad decision Blood soaked Love choked
dead tissue reminder

disfigured clown Joke of town Brain-dead Broken head
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Fading to gray, memories grow small
Into the mist, barely remembered at all
Ghosts did haunt, now solace grant
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Crystalized expectations falling at once the same as and different to the others, bringing promise and renewal masking breakdown and destruction with a blanket of forgiveness and perfection. Scrutinized with a sense of hope(yet of) disdain in the knowing of inevitable melted decay of such beauty a parallel of being.
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I love you.
have a warm bullet.
Popular enough? Better get some prayers.
You might pull through it.
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Tired
Another day survived, more to go
Many
Years too numerous, scars and senility do show
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The first contact of skin on skin
hundredth time as the first – exhilarating
Gentle kiss on back of your neck
smell of your hair, been all day waiting
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Feet dangling wishing never to meet the ground, watching
as a sunrise Dali paints the waking clouds with
surreal brushstrokes of brilliant red and fierce orange
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“Red hair, sir, in my opinion, is dangerous.”- P.G. Wodehouse

oh minx of
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Scientist girlfriend
Big beautiful brain
Particle physicist girlfriend
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Where was doG
before it started that morning.
He works in mysterious ways?
How about a heads up or warning.
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Pope Urban Antioch crusade
Die or be saved
Muslims slain in the name
of the Word-
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Paper target, effigy of life
speck in the glass of my Leupold.
Copper-clad embrace restrained by brass
patiently awaiting lethal release.
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Wrong or right.
Painted society
utter Black and White.
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Hardened of contempt, lamenting words unsaid
better to have loved they preach.
Pompous words revealed; do they ever live
to suffer a moment of what they teach? 166
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