Poison

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outmoded coexistence
makes room for gospel
centurion idols
abandon posts
turn hostile

sun-scratched plains
preemptive offal
plastic prefecture
consumed by the models

ours is the sun
melts hemispheres
burns holes
invisible
preens
disfigures
corrodes

recycles dreams
with ease of augur
endorphins sing
to cadence offered

slaughtered
en masse
deserves to be landfill
our mother is burning
remains at a standstill

of·fal- noun

  1. the entrails and internal organs of an animal used as food:”eating pieces of braised offal turned his stomach” 

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OVERDUE DENOUEMENT ABRIDGED 

 

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left suburban cities
ran to the hills
back where i told you
“i love you still”

left it back in cali
back in the filth
back in a lockbox
before it held pills

this is a fourth or a third now
of my life
i’ve spent without you
i shouldn’t have burned the bridges
in higher hopes of eviction

this is my waste of human skin

this is my backdrop
this is the stage
this is the end of it
the book’s last page

this is the reason i took it and ran

this is the end, i
shouldn’t have sugarcoated it
i should’ve told you
clipped the wings i coveted
who am i lying to?
i’m lying bare and awfully parched
been soaked in tar for way too long

could’ve been an artist
could’ve married young
could’ve took my friends then, i
should’ve run

i couldn’t fight it
they lost me too
i’ve been taken by
what’s taken you

this is a fifth or sixth now
of my life where nothing makes sense
severed all ties
disconnected
no second chance
no happy ending

what really happened to all my plans?

this is the reason
this is the way
this is midnight
dark until it’s day

this is the way it has to be

this is the end, i
couldn’t have gotten over it
i should’ve left you
before all this was evident
who am i lying to?
you should’ve known it from the start
i’ve been holding back for way too long

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SOL

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Mother’s day poem

verdant bloom
weeping, i
could choke back tears
until they’re dry

palm on cheek
embracing, i
missed you so much
but that’s alright

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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 
fade

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
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
what-so-fucking-ever

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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 
curdles 
feigns free
soul is not vessel
i am not end all
let hands clasp
together
no better

we run in circles
to make tracks significant 
cover 
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
everywhere 
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

 

dangerous love
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grifter
shapeshifter
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
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ugly
certain somebody
nobody stop me
i’ve got wares and i’m not afraid to use them
nuisance
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
scary
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

ultimatum
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
unaccustomed
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

vampire

 

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
okay
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

 no-reflection
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
regardless
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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