Irregular Days

Call through a carbon copy.
Curse me in kerosene.
Cut me, I can not bleed.
Cut me, I can not bleed.

See through my sinking shadow.
Soak me in shallow dreams.
Sever the sun’s own beams.
Sever the sun’s own beams.

Calm me down with lies of caring thoughts and crooked smiles.
Fill me up with words that don’t mean anything but sighs.
Then abandon me.

Cut my throat and I would love you as I died,
And I don’t know why. I don’t know why.
All I know is that I am an anxious mess,
or broken levers and squeaky valves.

The dye is cast, the dial is set.
I won’t regret, no I won’t regret.
I wouldn’t know how.
I’m just your baggage now.
I’m just your garbage now.

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Lyrical Poetry, Misc by Tawny