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Former lead singer for Black Flag, Cable TV Show host, GAP model and yes... poet

Wrap your skeleton around me
Weld your bones to mine
I need more than regular involvement
I need you to perform a miracle on me
Somehow still the horror inside
Please help me
I don't want to die screaming
I don't know if you can do it
Hold me in a violent grip
Outsmart me
I need something
A vacancy is growing inside me that I can't control
Fuck it
Don't even try
I'll just abuse you
It's all I know
I'm just afraid that I'll hurt you
More than I already have

~One From None

Hope everyone had a happy National Poetry Month.
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A Well-Worn Story
In April, in April,
My one love came along,
And I ran the slope of my high hill
To follow a thread of song.

His eyes were hard as porphyry
With looking on cruel lands;
His voice went slipping over me
Like terrible silver hands.

Together we trod the secret lane
And walked the muttering town.
I wore my heart like a wet, red stain
On the breast of a velvet gown.

In April, in April,
My love went whistling by,
And I stumbled here to my high hill
Along the way of a lie.

Now what should I do in this place
But sit and count the chimes,
And splash cold water on my face
And spoil a page with rhymes?
~Dorothy Parker


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