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Devil Trombones
When sight beyond sight
Turns to a homeopathic state
You'll kill despite the right of life
In the wake of death waving,
This heat in the south
Can be a soul scorcher,
Temperature torture pushing
Radiation to assume our cool culture,
Let the sweat build temples
To pray on hands and knees
For a life less complicated
Sort of like the 50's style of simple,
I'm searching for a girl with dimples,
Diction, conviction, and a killer
Sense of knowing when not to call
It quits in the thick of creation,
If this sounds like you then
Get my digits from the bathroom
At your local eatery
For a good time call me up
I've been told I'm nice scenery,
The setting isn't calculus
Meeting people is not algebraic
Falling in love is far from physics,
I hate that I have to say it
But we place a pace of glacial speed
To our emotions, all except hate
And let it feed like a locust hellbent
Reeling at the thorax to hug
Your lifeless opinions with teeth,
A meeting with grease leads to
Humble mumbles overheard briefly
Before the cleaner comes in to
Dissolve streaks of measly
Formed stains that have invaded
Our life spent privacy,
I deal in vagaries
It plagues me to explain
What I mean
And at times makes me savor
The taste of ivory
Chomping my chewers
To the root
Where blood should never spout,
Give me false hood
As the truth is never half as good
Begging the lies to come on with it,
I wish they would
I wish they would
I wish I could carve all this in wood
To build a house out of sound advice
Or limitless scripture
Wouldn't that entice a subdivision
To move right in
With sight beyond sight
