cardiogram

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i like to chew foil, you see

crunched up with every memory

it taste of nothing, only discomfort

a railroad spike lodged in my head

i cannot swallow this 

metallic taste on my tongue

cutting my gums, i bleed

i cannot spit this

rolling this ball of foil in my mouth

masticating regrets, suppressing bile

thoughts rise like corpses in dead waters

stinking, bloated on the side of the road

eyes bloodshot, 

punishment for self

chewing foil 

in a DIY hell

The Hammer - 2

ever tick is a hammer
hammering the nails
into the lid of the coffin where
i've put my skeletons to rest

there won't be a second coming
the dead won't rise from the ground
it's all worm buffet in the end
and the worms don't make any sound

but the tick and tock is louder still
heartbeats of a monster machine
it chips away the days and months
it crawls into my dreams

one day my bones will rust
into a powder white and black
and wind will spread the memories
till the ground cracks

sliver

from a tiny little hole
a sliver of light
a sign of hopeful paranoia
something to get me through the night
might be a bit sad
to be stuck in this muck
could be a bit mad
to feel like a thousand bucks
shucks!
writing poems in this format
like shitty three chord rock songs
even if you don't know the rhythm
you'll know how to sing along
and even if the beat screws up
you won't get the lyrics wrong
and we'll pass responsibilities
like a game of pinging pong
everyone in the world is right
Ii'm the only fool that's wrong
maybe I should go apprentice
in the cave of Dr. Dong
now this poem makes no sense
it's become more like a song
wait, I rhymed that earlier
is that allowed or is that wrong?

I should stop
while I'm on top

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Ok, look I started writing this last night. First paragraph is from then, next lines are from now. Mood varies, so does the poem.