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by Corey Lockabythey won't stop
won't stop
till they got you on your knees
that's just the wood panelling talking
i can distract myself from everything but this
the feeling that i'm going down slow
even jesus wanted to be let down easy
owls perched on the branches
i want to vomit
i want to sleep
i just wanna make you love me
but you'd never respond
it's like talking to
(yeah, it is)
a machine
ceiling, floor, parishes soon enough
i can know my way around a bottle
like a label
or i can know my way around a woman
like a man
but it seems i've done neither
this city doesn't like you
i could easily drop my eyes
down to the comforting flat of the ground
but no, i choose to stare at your
dissonant curves
innate depth of movement
won't stop
won't stop 12/26/2008 Posted on 12/26/2008
Copyright © 2025 Corey Lockaby
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ava Blu on 12/26/08 at 03:43 PM This is very good. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/26/08 at 05:43 PM This reads like a death rattle, a last collection of thoughts leaving the mind. Really outstanding stuff, man. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 07/31/09 at 05:40 PM Brilliant writing. You are very unique. These lines will suspend my mind all day:
i can know my way around a bottle
like a label
or i can know my way around a woman
like a man
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| Posted by Kris Mara on 07/31/09 at 09:22 PM there's such raw honesty in this...something inside me knows the space these words come from and you're able to draw them out and onto the page so well...I love the stark poetics in your voice...and the pace...it's feverish (I hope I'm making sense)... |
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