Sometimes

111907
I erased what I was trying to write because some times the pages of our lives just turn out blank and there’s nothing we can do.

© Liam Elliott 2007. All Rights Reserved.

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111107pm
The last thing I kissed:
A cigarette that burnt
My puckering lips
As streetlights painted
Yellow patterns across my chest
The same way muzzle flairs
Light up a room
During an execution.

The last thing I embraced:
An effigy made of movie clippings
They called it love
Showed it all over town:
Pictures of how it could be
Glowing on walls
The same way apparitions
Light up a room
During a poltergeist.

© Liam Elliott 2007. All Rights Reserved.

102007

It brings in the colours.

Is this how everythings supposed to look:
Bright?
More luminous than the ash sun?

Is this how you see the world:
Do colours leap of surfaces
Into your soft eyes
Spilling onto your retina
Flowing down your optic nerve
Soaking into your brain
Where it’s translated into
True love?

Because I see the world
In 18% grey
All rainy days
And when that rain
Hits my synapses
It’s translated into
Lost love.

© Liam Elliott 2007. All Rights Reserved.

Also, I really want to go to an existing/ start a poetry reading.
Contact me if you're interested.

A quick 3some

1

Strobe lights play tricks
On an intoxicated man
Somewhere police barrage
Maglites – run run run
Drive drunk
Puddles soakin shiverin
Love blankets fistfights
Who’s there in dark rooms?
Could I get more?
I feel like hell

Hard wood floor shiverin blankets
Drugs drugs drugs
Stumblin
Can I have more
Stumblin drugs
Fuck!
Hello hello
Out of memory
Out of love
Out of life
Ive wrapped myself in death
Ive warped myself in darkness
Not goin down
Not goin anywhere
Not livin?

Shiverin shiverin
Drunk
Hello
This is my life

Don’t roll me over

I want to hate you
For what Ive become
But I cant
I secretly love watching
Myself die in mirrors
Thru patterned substance abuse
Ill die like this
Ive made peace with that
Don’t roll me over
Don’t roll me over
Im shit
Im fuckin shit

Don’t roll me over

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2

Theres nothing I wont say
In my poetry or otherwise
Theres now way to censor
The pressure bombs
Exploding inside
Because theres so much
Still left to do
And say and feel

O im sorry I lied
There is one thing
I can never say
In poetry, or otherwise:
I love you!
Im incapable
Its never true.

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3

Misplaced
I have been wandering
Through a city lost,
Decaying, and idiotic
Feeling like someones
Filled my mouth
With cotton balls
Muffling my words
My yelling
And now I am choking
Sometimes just breathing
Really is just not enough.

Two new poems today

I dunno bout em honestly.

A bit ruff but o well.


101107
230am

I know certainly
That this weekend
Ill be drunk
And problematic
Someone will
Have to nurse me
Or at least
Roll me onto my side
Maybe they should
Just let me die.

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101107
1059pm
Open spaces
Vast expanses
Brisk emptiness
Just right now
I want my
Surroundings to match
How I feel inside.
©Liam Elliott 2007. All Rights Reserved.

Primer Uniform

Primer Uniform
In these waning hours of days
Winding down like old toys
I am a soldier with a green beret,
Plastic rifle held at forty-five,
And paint chipping off my uniform.
The other toys are in similar shape:
Plastacine villages melting in the acid rain;
The town clock has slumped sadly over,
Our military is stuck in the mud
On our front lawn pointing canons at leaves
And twigs blowing evasively in the wind,
The zoo is shut down due to a rare
Strain of STDs that spread
Throughout their population
Shortly after a holiday celebration.
But days continue to wane down
Until nothing is left
But the ash from your cigarettes
And the realization
That the once brilliant vibrant uniform
You donned day and night
Has chipped and faded
Revealing drab primer.

© Liam Elliott 2007. All Rights Reserved.

Also, check out what A Blinking Robot did with this. With my permission of course.