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Andrew McElroy Jan 2013
The vultures are circling around
Is it my time to swing
around to you? And you
see me around today
and say be alive too
Please!
Keep that smile

A twenty minute walk
and
A whole day cleared
of that Tuesday morning
Funk

Say cheese!

Oh ****
you
knew better
.
Andrew McElroy Jan 2013
I have earth like a tree
                                    Girth inside the planet
Like the monsters inside of me
                                                              ­                                                    Eating up lungs
                                                  Drinking excessive blood

They have an abundance of flesh
                                                and blood - an hour spent
                                                           ­                                                  on blood and hours
                                                           ­                                                                 ­                                            left
         on stone benches
and                                 blonde                                          haired         ­                                       witches
                  ­                                              
                                                                ­   - consume me -

                              Every night -------------------------------------------------------- every timE                
                                            ­                      
                                          ­                      It's worse than the night
                                                           ­       Scared of the spotlight

                                                      ­                                                               Why did you have to look at me?
                                                             ­                                         With those deep blue eyes
                                                            ­                      At times I am rather shy
                                          and I collapse when tempted
                       But only from you
                                                             ­                                                               an­d all that
You do, you do all that
You do, to pull me out
Of the fire in the seagulls mouth
                                                           ­ and into yours. . .
                                            With my shame arising!

              I should have ran into your arms
               Like a child awoken from my nightmare

My savior is hidden in your eyes

Open them love
                and let me
                    Fill back up
             On the precious blood

Of the lamb. . .
Andrew McElroy Jan 2013
It is all I can think about
The stars, the years
Passed through
Sudden shivers of
The spine, the heart
Come over here
But don't knock too late
Another love will arise
Just like the morning
The next day; I follow too close
Into your old forest
The closest dose of ember dreams
On the memory of a candlestick
Years and years of minds melting
Together into stories that have
Stained the bloodstain back to
White, black, green fools - a hammer
Beat me loose
Unfold the peel, the grass outside
Inside my lungs
In two pieces
Into peace
We'll fall hand in foot
Tongue and mouth

**** the dye out of my shirt
The blood from the dirt

No closet freaks
No connecting beats

She connected me to her ear
I've never heard such fear
Andrew McElroy Jan 2013
Nevermore, Nevermore
Could I ever be anymore?

Like your heartless shadow
Black soul
Confusion is more than

Real; is false
A false reality?

To just speak again
An open tomb
For you to lie in
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Crawl inside my stomach
But don't listen
To what I say. . .

I won a ghost
In the summer
One seven year

Her tongue was so sweet
    on the nape of my neck
The blood drew a grey skull
    I had no one to expect
Me home

You're wrong.

A spiny claw in my back
Calls out in the black rain
To award the new, new
New stranger into the pain
Into the flood. . .

Believe in not what you see
   But in what is complete. . .

But       ?     complete
       what is
             ?
Andrew McElroy Jan 2013
I'll curse your name forever
Like a Bible thrown from
A broken balcony in the shady Havana

Low-life carpet roach
Approached me around noon
Or so I assumed

The absent minded assault
On ******* gun control

Laws or branches
Ripped from the
Family

Tree; besides myself
Beside myself

a ghost

The reflection on the door
Your hallway
Is a paradox

Choose *****,
                                  hardtimes,
                         lose,
                                                     ****(s)
                                       bad

It's so abusive
                          his language
His usage
                     a strand of hair
                                                 in a book
upstairs;                                                                      three

                                                        more times
                                                        more tunes
                                                                                                      Can you see it?
                                                                                                      Can you bee?
Andrew McElroy Jan 2013
This is a spoken accident
I can't
I won't
Lose you again
I've said it before
and the **** of it all
Is I still can't remember them
The last time I left
I got stuck in a rut
In a solid state of seclusion
A twisted knuckle
In the seams

You can't go there again
Don't do this
I'm lost completely.

I love it

****.
Andrew McElroy Jan 2013
So this is it
A question
Or an answer
That I don't like

Last year
still fresh in my head
I don't like it

You -

Them \
           / Everything
                                  from then \
and I got nothing
                                           from /
You -

I'm still stuck -------
                                  L a \    a \\ a//   a   a/ a         a  gggggg ing. . ….. .. . ….

Out of the words
Into the woods
Out of my mind
Into a sweet sublime

. . . . . . .

Something that I can't name
Or someone that I want
But can't change
I can't change
                                                          ­          Myself       ?       Did
                                                             ­       Or              ?       Andy
                                                            ­        Myself       ?       Die

                                                I           ­                                                         won't

Y­ou believe I did
                                                             ­                                                                 ­                    I believe you did
Alright. . .
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