“Its Eloquence Entangled Explorers” -McKenzie
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An album of words By J.D. Lazerine
1. New Cities and Hendrix 750s I can see the sun now Rise over the vatican shade envelops Me to the core Within your satin lens Let’s be done with parables They carve at your tan skin Sepia fits us, it’s terrible May starve at your mansion stay guard at your ransom And dissipate the Same shackles I chose To administrate I can see the But he is not He poured out Now he’s gone
moon a friend too much night again
2. YPMS
You pierce my soul It's really Tough to admit but You pierce my soul I could dive in your eyes Drown in the wake Of your irises I'm washed up I should cry, sin or lie Bound in the fate That arises I'm washed up Stipends stuck to pharmacies I beat the pills they get a punch in often Relapsing on thrills Half-hunched in a coffin This is the only way I can talk to you In-person, you'd dwarf my soul So please just tell me if I bother you And I'll make sure to hit the road I can't write about her anymore It just isn't fair to us So this is the last poem to her I promise I promise You'd understand if you knew us We met over some merlot You said my hair was nice I melted Can I grab a glass of cab? I miss your gold hair in a bun I melt
3. (K)night Teachers told me I was special Put me on an education plan While demons in the night Funnel ink into my latent pen Dad didn’t want a writer And he grimaced when he knew His son was like his wife; Over cuckoos nest, I flew Girls line up but they leave when i digress Found solace in the solar system, melon wraps, and checks Pawned this baggage from my chest Scrawling adages on chess, Miss the days of board games Nostalgia stings I must confess And everyday feels like I’m staring down a barrel Letters from county at my door like Christmas carols Apathy was once peril i will ascend this wall With these words; my bone marrow Stenciled stanzas in the stalls
4. The Same Old Shit Went outside today just to see the sun Hailstorms and sails tearing up The grounds on which I run Thought we were having fun Thought 18 was a mile away Fought for my place in a space Where people dive into the fray Harked beyond the white pickets Grass was never greener Parks be on the sites of crickets Swear no song is sweeter Just down the road where my buddies grew up About five miles up the way, stopped after prom and threw up Nostalgia is a nasty bitch Sneaks up on you in lowballs Bold you in my rhymes Labeled as a “so-called”
found a palisade up by the cliffs Superior’s shore is where I docked my skiff Two Harbors is where we shared that spliff All the countless times you said “only if?” All the countless times you wanted space All the countless times you made this a rat race Can’t count on all my limbs All the sins and grief So I took a pill in Ibiza Then dove right into your reaf
5. This Poem Is Intentionally Ambiguous I think that surreal paintings are kind of useless and there’s never any coffee creamer left I think that Mondays are for hypochondriacs and I pray that the Lord shields me from theft I blinked to your cerebral prankings and I fetched the Kurig from the shelf the sun came up the rooster stretched as I lost my musings and sense of self There is flowing growth within the rain the grass will yield fresh dew Pouring out, these sentences, just to bid you a sweet adieu so give your yarn and grieve your arm and it will be no more and this is such a chore but i will leave you yes I will leave you Forgotten photos faltered through the forces of the fiends up at the alter bitter horses and swift recourses, If i ever were to call her
But my cell phone is obstructed and I can’t see the salt I set sail from you
6. The Only Poem I Wrote in 2013 And i saw you standing there Cashmere blue sweater And i knew i’d fall in love And i knew id write you letters One day
7. I Haven’t Said Everything Yet My next few poems Will be the last for awhile Break this fourth wall too often You must toss me in exile And exhume my body When you find it frozen I'm far from suicidal And this isn't an omen And it's simply a will To those who are kind And to those who have been there In the darkest of times I write in couplets sometimes Maybe ABAAB While listening to ABBA Just Tryna set my mind free And I'm gone
8. Now I Have Won't tell you any stories But I'll spin a diatribe Back to the days Chasing fireflies before concerned friends Had to chat with me Like a fireside Had a blow problem Then it was addies put simply too many to solve them all So now I'm dreaming of driving around in a caddy Thinking about days Before doing taxes Before some allegations Turned my world on its axis That was after the days Playing catch with my faction We lit up the summer Combustion; reactions Seven years later Snow smeared on my nose And 10, 12, or 13 marks On my bedpost I think mom would be sad Think grandma is frowning But sleep ain't so bad til I wake up and I'm drowning I can't see the days Where I didn't have vices Might just be a phase Before paying my prices