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Lonely Girl

midnight in a blue world
in the highest glass castle 
far beyond the rabble
wind drowns out the battles
we fight between our headphones 

piece by piece
ashes drip
embers wisp to endlessness

cigarette pressed to trembling lips
moonlight diamonds 
chain link fists
howling traffic 
halfhearted kisses

makes me pine for neon bugs 
far below
on the road is where this heart yearns to be
but i’ve wasted all my wishes
on empty days
and better things 

3AM is when the city sleeps
and i can breathe


the clouds are gone
finally
stars above
i’ll never reach

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I’m Defected

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impetus precedes me
encumbered by the lashings;
i’ve been acquitted
but so too have i been paltry

i’m off me
talking of things far beyond me
so far off
i’m osprey
skimming water for the bodies

offering:
my personality—advent calendar
novelty set me free
(probably)
logically
i’m listerine in your third eye
dimethyltryptamine
the lifeline you allotted me
now you’re on my time
you little skunk
give me the crystals
or your battleship is sunk

call me dubya bae yeets
can’t defeat me
clowning on dowry is a hobby
deflowers dumb brain
with ease of a train wreck
splits heads
slithers in
so as to sever this nape
vapes rings
says things that make it onto pinterest

i’m defected
embedded with selfish
i keep at ebb
and flow over headless
i keep my age on
and pine for the magic
had it
tragic
people call that aesthetic

jd jurado-I’m defected is about doing things to attract attention and interest instead of doing what you want.

im·pe·tus  \ ˈim-pə-təs
noun

(1): a driving force : impulse
(2): incentive, stimulus
 stimulation or encouragement resulting in increased activity
2: the property possessed by a moving body in virtue of its mass and its motion —used of bodies moving suddenly or violently to indicate the origin and intensity of the motion

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I’ll Cleanse the Bastard’s Curse

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you got a bitch
fishing their pockets
for quarters

look over your shoulders
next time you come through here…
it won’t be safe

don’t panic
when you see them file in
keep eye contact
and whatever you do
don’t flinch
move towards
the nearest exit
in a timely fashion
and don’t wait
for someone
to say
something

i heard the sky is scheduled
for routine maintenance soon
and that means
lights out
until sunday

another from our little bird:
nobody knows which came first
but chickens were a mistake

don’t worry about
walking on eggshells
that’s just how it is here

any second and it’s lights out
where we are now
is lost foundation
based on circumstantial hearsay
we waived the right
to remain consistent
if only someone
would have listened

jd jurado-This poem is about everyday uncertainty.

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I USED TO BURN BRIDGES, NOW I JUST VICTIMIZE PEOPLE SO THEY’LL LEAVE ME ALONE

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overwrought with despair—

here’s my pink slip

never wanted to be here

every weekend

i used to be depressed

now i’m just

peachy

ignored all my friends for weeks

now they ghost me

what’s your secret

to being happy?

i was bargain bin trash

up until you found me

i know that sounds weird

but you really saved me

when…

and how did we connect?

and how could i find time

when we’re always

so busy?

and how did everything

get so shitty?

and if i had a second chance

i’d do it all again

all i do is waste time

how could i make amends?

jd jurado – Poem is about falling out of touch with your friends.

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Glint

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my ego as an egg
over easy
glistens yellow
yolk
breaks even
in spite of this
is eaten


my brain as a bishop
skirts
diagonal
passive battles
disinterest
keeps me
between tiles

my words
sharp tools
hardest bars
fall apart
you’ll see
when you catch that glimmer
know that’s me

jd jurado-Glint is about not being yourself all the time

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Foxtrot

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girl alone together boy
nothing
as good as
being enjoyed

has no qualms
exhumes his palms
unwieldy and thinly-veiled
knows who
he isn’t

burning
is not a sensation
i am familiar with

not at all

she breathes smoke
with the temperance of a dragon
and she has no eyes
behind her breathing eyelids

all she has is touch
and she can feel nothing

playful souls
smoldering wistfully away
burns without passion
overrated
no flames

jd-jurado Foxtrot is a poem about lust without love

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Final Boss Entering Its Second Phase

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i know i must have been here before
on the verge of
dying of boredom

sweet is as sweet does
abstains from each and every one
all of them
sickly ascetic
don’t touch me
your friends are all septic


we invested in new things
hazmat to peruse please
more basic than toxic
more optic than caustic
leave me on read and you’re dropped sis
i just want to fuck cause i’m honest

so out of touch
call me amish
1up your man
that’s a promise
cut me some FLAC
gimme lossless
catch these hands then connect to this node fam

just call me SHODAN
welcome to sodom
best be along, chum
the scourge has awoken
your people are cursed ones
feeble deception—
never correct ‘em
lead ‘em til kid draws slow on they weapon

then i tag ‘em
cause i’m veteran
reality’s always a headache
flexing on pests is a habit
call me hammerhead
cause i nail ‘em
when i bag chumps
that’s excedrin

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jd jurado- The main speaker of the poem is a braggadocio who has come back from the dead.

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Empath Fatigue

fairy fake empathy
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i got what i wanted
now i wish i didn’t have it
raised to be rotten
risqué mister maverick

opaque sadist
samey when sedated
taken with the lumps
inside of gilded cages

quick and painless
prairie dog princess
aegis was a fake
so all your bark is forfeit

torque spit
cork it
make a body worthless
fork it over
so i can snap its halo

lay low
ankle biters stick to pay-phones
stake more
hate me
i’ll blow up if you say so

jd-jurado – Empath Fatigue is about someone pretending to have empathy for other people

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Editor

Time capsule
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molten avarice denies
sacred liaison
revise
within my bosom lies
courage conjured from a lie

bicker
ticker
static
broken jack-in-a-box of magic
creates
conflates
retracted
world tour de force of habit

i made up with your atlas
the world is ours
at last

i forced us to relapse
because i couldn’t put the past behind us
now everything i see
reminds me
of a hundred better things

jd-jurado – Editor is about revising the past by reinterpreting instead of rewriting it or forgetting it. 

 

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Dysphoria

dysphoria unhappiness
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starve on me
forget my taste
until i wring from you
every last
morsel of malaise

i am the mouth at your center
gnawing your guts
irrevocable itch
streaking charcoal when touched

your body is a battlefield
your mars
are mine
every last scrape
is a lattice
all lines
parallel
precious
perfect
symmetric

and when i said i wanted you to bleed
i meant it

jd-jurado – Dysphoria is about recognizing pain as concrete, not abstract.

dys·pho·ri·a
/disˈfôrēə/
noun
PSYCHIATRY
a state of unease or generalized dissatisfaction with life.
“adolescents with depression, dysphoria, mania, and anxiety disorders
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