One Last Matchstick

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blank slate
clean slate
let’s start over

how many times 
have we been down this road now?

it feels like forever
and no time at all
where did those years go 
if you say they weren’t lost?

my photographic memories 
are polaroids 

if you knew 
what i’d give
to rekindle our flame 

for even one ember
is all it takes
to reignite what we lost

i’ll burn for you
because you told me to
way back when 
all else was pointless
you gave me pause
to contemplate my purpose 

and i would burn
so feverishly bright
that every night would be consumed
by wildfire 
we contrived

assume all else burns fitfully
or sublimes
would our pasts be requited?

when you realize nothing ever lasts
will you have decided?

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Never Be Forever

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speak in codes
because i’m a mode of existence
and i insist
you resist
the urge to be written

i digress
and detest
every ache of every page
i filled books
and mistook
your happy endings
as mistakes

but mistakes
are not forevers

here’s the truth:
i’m better

and i’ll never apologize
because i’ve been kicking
and alive
and you’ve been killing so much time
like time deserved to die
and how many times have i
used that refrain
and how many times
has it read the same
and how many times
have you been there
reading over my shoulders
waiting for me
to spell your name

and you’ll get no satisfaction
not from me
not now
and not ever

so, here’s to you
i’m better

and i’m so much better
without your letters
making no sense

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Muck (For the Bottom Feeders)

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i never learned my lessons
life trammels 
bound in shackles 
lost every battle 
i had to higher standards

without mine 
each hurdle is for me 
feigns free
soul is not vessel
i am not end all
let hands clasp
no better

we run in circles
to make tracks significant 
our tracks
and then we’re not us again

i lost all my love again
not the same man i am
i am never vessel
solely not
souls are bought 

so highest bidder
catch my back light 
stay tailgate 
left lane 
my failsafe 
pass everyone 
don’t catch up

catch bad
here’s nothing
still remains for pluck grease 
only need luck to steer
i’d rather be
anywhere but here today

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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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Suspension of Disbelief


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wields the might of Genghis khan
sticks to the shadows
keeps down low
leaves no impression
blends in
if not through deception
then what then?

what then
what’ll you do
when the black shadow
of the burning man
comes to burn for you?

will you make like a moth
will you take off
where is there to hide
if it’s not safe inside?

safety lies
you’re always at risk
next time you make passes
reach for your glasses
this place is molasses
you’re stuck in the tar pits
drowning in blackness

never be hapless
next time please adapt then
you’re getting predictable
you’re always a laugh, kid
i’ll make sure you panic

next time you’re a rabbit
i’m tortoise
shellack this
you receive no passes
so feign to be tragic


JD Jurado -it’s about being attracted to someone who is dangerous but not wanting to acknowledge that fact.



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Vitriol Stings

gossip vitriol


certain somebody
nobody stop me
i’ve got wares and i’m not afraid to use them
carpet comber
so a loner
make your money
say something

 it’s slow and
it’s dull and
it’s nothing that i paid for
how we barely
talk like we used to anymore
we drift slowly
cause we’re lonely
somebody hold me closer
don’t stay a stranger
i’m slow to anger
but it’s way worse when all of it’s doxy
gimme moxie
gimme something
gimme sweet things
gimme ring ring

 fuck it all please
you’re my lottery
but you’re nothing
if you don’t love me

 nobody fucks me like me
i’m Orion because i belt creeds
i wear em like jewelry
bandolier of fat trophies
talking big game
when you play small
either win big
or not at all

said verbatim
“either live big
or be trampled on
it’s been way too long
since i’ve had some fun, kid”

i guess that counts for something
but i wouldn’t be here
if i was fronting

that’s what the pressure’s meant for
a diamond dozen
meant for divine consumption
so here’s your chance to be a buzzkill

and if i had it my way
we’d all be meant for something
but if my will
doesn’t count for squat
then every hope we have
is all we’ve got left


JD- it’s about how affection can turn to contempt if left unchecked

ban-do-lier noun
an ammunition shoulder-belt with loops or pockets for cartridges.


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Backwoods Bloodsucker



numbskull millionaire nosferatu
gets less sun than he ought to
bumbling count extraordinaire
casts spells and shit on public access
chases clout
like the backwoods, barbell-lifting
son of a bitch that he is

wears beefy tees and hanes
tells the same stories each time
but with different names

who the fuck is this?
where did he come from?
and why does he keep jugs of piss
in his bathroom?
what’s the toilet’s for, if not…?
the fucker lives in the doldrums,
shits where he sleeps and scrapes mold
from his frenum like it’s no big deal
then explain this

 no record
no trace of existence before 2004
and he says he’s 23
bitch please

 i don’t buy that claptrap
for even half of a second
so either clap back
or don’t
because i know who you are
and i see right through you

looking-glass motherfucker

 if i catch your fang-y freak-show-looking friends around here
i won’t hesitate to drive a stake
through your brainstem
or all your friend’s brainstems,
for that matter

the next time your bad mojo
creeps into a house show
it’s quicksilver city
but we’ve got you on the guest list
and for you we’ve requested
garlic bread with extra garlic
‘cause we all know it’s your favorite

but if i’m being honest
and i mean to
i catch you stalking me at night again
and i’ll kill you


JD Jurado – This poem is about vampires.

fre-num noun
a small fold or ridge of tissue that supports or check the motion of the part to which it is attached, in particular a fold of skin beneath the tongue, or between the lip and the tongue



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lamprey eel like fish


i’ve brushed shoulders
with sketches
clearly outlined
bolder than me
i’m scared
by my rough drafts
when they drag on, THEY SMEAR AND THEY BLEED

 bitch in sheep’s clothing
chew-toy plaything
calloused, slick, defiant and mean
like a scapegoat queen
always listening
useful leech, strange remedy

bite me, lamprey
with your teeth
suck the poison out like HONEY
leave your hickeys on my feet
blot your skin

 symbiotic, symptomatic
surly, slovenly sincere
and surely steadfast
untapped, unharnessed
enigmatic, articulate fiend

bloody bistro
cistern chapel
lyrics consume
with vampiric greed

make monotony
mean something
every pair you make is LOVELY
like a simile given wings
snarky facsimile gives me COMPANY

i’m scared
by final drafts
when they’re finished, they forget about me


JD Jurado- “Host” is about finishing things only to be done with them.

lam-prey noun
Ancient extant lineage of jawless fish . May be characterized by a toothed, funnel-like, sucking mouth with horny teeth and a rasping tongue.


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whirlpool storm ocean
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scared i’m not going to be there when the other shoe drops
and it’s all gonna be fucked away
with the whirlwind i’m behind;
chasing storms
like it was all i was meant for

let me into your sweet heart
so i can show you how sour it really is

if you hold my hand i can promise you it won’t be so lonely
and you can let go whenever
because it’s all the same to me

i’ve been down here more times than i can possibly stomach
and walked all the way back
more times
than you can

i’m way deeper than you ever thought i could be
when the bad things bleed,
that’s how you know that it’s me


mael-strom noun
a powerful whirlpool in the sea or a river.

a situation or state of confused movement or violent turmoil.


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club music
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dreary, and through the listless haze
of commotion,
in smoky showrooms
where all things beam
in voluptuous spotlights,
the delayed boom of deafening speakers
drowns out
bystanders and colleagues alike.
louder yet,
pounding between your eardrums,
wandering forward
towards another inviting smile:
medicine taken by mouth.
the world appears as you do,
worse for wear,
where your eyes meet hers;
you meet her.
she needs a lighter,
you have a lighter.
it was meant to be.
small talk between the cracks
of the permissive wall of noise
between you.
only the important things permit,
and then she asks you
what happens next.

girl smoking cigarette
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you roam aimlessly
through gift shops and casinos
and dimly lit hallways,
empty and breathing,
when you find an oriental passage,
dimly lit,
furnished and ornate,
mellow and melancholy.

you let yourself be wrapped
in this atmosphere.
the slowest song paced leisurely along.
the song had no genre.
each tap of the xylophone
was an evocative note,
each pluck of the bass string was
another strand of the story.
the air hums solemnly beside.

closeup photo of liquor bottle against black background

“your drink, sir.”
that headache is gone now
and you’re slipping into something
a bit more comfortable.
you’re falling into something.
your eyes meet hers again.
you don’t even know her name.
what happens next?


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