Remarks upon an unnamed tomb

 

Some Remarks upon an 

Unnamed Tomb.

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Don't end up this 

way;

make every moment 

count.

Living each as if 

it's 

Your Last Day!

(and Love in Vast 

Amounts.)

Their eyes are broken

 Their eyes are broken.

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Their Eyes are 

Broken , 

and I keep thinking that 

God 

doesn't visit here much 

except perhaps to toss an

occasional peanut at the 

Laughing Lunatic Choir. 

(who's siren song thus haunts 

me still.) 

Some days I think hope is 

still 

A possibility , 

and 

the right words or deeds 

could 

Save Us All 

From 

The Hell of Ourselves. 

But..

more often than not my eyes 

are now broken too. 

(and my lunatic laughter haunts 

the memories of some poor Siren.) 

Jsh

Before you

 

Before you.

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Before

you ,

a sad me crept dark whiskey 

Alleys

and cursed the 

Heavens Blue. 

(Because I had never 

walked their valleys.) 

But now I'm a freed 

Slave, 

lost in your smiling face, 

and no longer haunted 

By 

The Grave! 

(because you showed me 

Love's True Grace.) 

Jsh

Brothers funeral

 

At my Brother's Funeral I 

was on enough booze and 

drugs to kill a horse 🐴 

and spent most of that two 

hours afraid I was going to 

puke my heart out, or shit my 

soul onto the recently Lysol 

saturated floors. 

Finally when it was my 

moment to speak 

speak I stumbled my way through 

The 23rd psalm and managed not 

to fuck it up somehow. 

Then went outside and my eyes 

bled tears into what remained of my 

heart lying on the cold gravel ground. 

(My brother hated the 23rd psalm.) 

The funeral director

 My job as a funeral director went 

south pretty quick because old ladies 

disliked my "so a dead guy walked into 

a bar" jokes. (Humorless Hags.) 

If you got paid to bitch about every 

random , basic, or naturally occurring 

thing on the planet the moment your 

eyes opened I'd be a successful man..

but sadly the market for bitching is looking 

grim so I need to do something else. 

Suicidal Standup Comedian, Street Corner 

Castaway in need of change, or perhaps 

Fast food employee are the most likely 

Fates . 

Godamn...

(I wish old ladies liked dead guy 

walking into a bar jokes.) 

A valley of forsakened stars

 A troubled water.

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Somewhere in a valley of 

forsaken stars 

she walks happily by 

troubled 

waters with a head so 

full of 

Perfect Dreams no Woes 

in 

Life could break her 

HeaRt 💞 . 

(and I'm grateful just to

  Be those troubled waters.)

Jsh

Just nature

Just nature.

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I saw a spider 🕷️ 

Climbing 

towards me and knew 

that I 

should kill it..

but my heart

was

moved with compassion 

and 

rationalized 

that he (or respectively she) could 

not 

help their spider nature. 

But

Then the bastard bit me, and

a half dollar sized chunk of my 

arm rotted off , causing me to catch 

a 

horrible spider-infection. 

So

Now I kill every one that I see. 

(and rationalize that it's...just my 

Nature.) 

Jsh

A general Summation

 A General Summation.

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Breakfast mornings at the shelter 

are a real smash. 

Between meth-head cat fights over 

cheating boyfriend's  who pimp their 

women out for dope,

and hobo whiskey jamborees at 

7:30 a.m. 

in the devil's courtyard ran by 

"Ministers of God" 

who 

mostly just wanna cash their pay 

and 

entertain whatever secret lusts haunt 

their 

Hypocritical Hearts of Stone .

Few roses remain in such gardens be 

assured. 

But one fine morning things were different. 

Beauty walked bravely into a den of 

Vipers ,

pet all the serpents, and made doves out 

of 

Snakes with such ease it seemed 

rehearsed.

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She told me I looked out of 

place.. as if I didn't belong ..and

I said " yeah that about sums it 

up in general" (which caused her to

laugh at my truth she thought was a 

Joke. )

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I saw her a few weeks later at 

the library laughing at jokes told 

by one of the meth-kings who pimps 

his women out to half the leeches  

congregating beneath The Twilight Bridge. 

Her Laughter cut me in ways the streets 

never could, and I felt betrayed in some 

way though no promises were ever made. 

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Later on after a few pints of whiskey I 

spent the night with three gypsy girls who 

sell their fleshly wares to more respectable

sorts from the Business End of Town. 

They said I was cute and they'd never had 

A Cowboy before so I could come party if 

I wanted to.

Oddly enough I never touched any of them 

that night , or any after .

and word got around I was crazy because 

the only thing I wanted to do was drink my 

ass off and recite poetry at the non-judgemental walls until I black out...and..

(yep. That about sums it up in general.)

Jsh

Stars for brunch

 Stars for Brunch.

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I

woke up late 

had 

Stars for Brunch 

Then beat my head

against 

A wall till Mona Lisa 

Grew 

A Crack Head Smile. 

My cat was bitching because 

the can of spaghettios I poured 

in her dish were apparently not 

to her liking 

so I tossed that shit in the trash 

and 

threw down some leftover 

Salmon 

from the night before that 

I 

Took two bites of before deciding

that

Life's a Cunt and Whiskey 

Is 

The New Salmon or river of 

Lethe 

which washes away all self inflicted 

ills. 

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By 10:30 I snort a line 

of 

Percocet that could kill the 

Pain 

of Half The World but only 

seems 

to piss me off enough to 

Have

an Early Beer Lunch followed 

by 

A game of double-bullet-russian- 

roulette 

Inspired by my dead asshole 

Brother 

but I don't want to talk 

about that shit...

(it might ruin my perfect day.) 

J.s.h.

Paupers heart to give

 With Only A Pauper's

Heart to Give. 

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The morning started out a real 

shit sandwich 

that grew far worse as the day 

progressed; 

and

She was out there making 

friends 

with the world. 

( as I rotted away in my 

Loneliness .) 

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Her cellophane-crackle lips 

got 

the whole thing started; 

but she's also not the one to 

blame. 

Fault lies with the broken 

hearted! 

(and how they deal with shame.) 

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so when I'm all used up searchin

for 

a better way to be, 

(and she quits telling me the finest 

way 

to live) 

ill likely remain lost and lonely! 

(with only a paupers heart to give.) 

J.S.H.