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Bluelight Crew
over and over, they crumbled as if made of sand
the falling towers in the blinding light from the TV
we sat in the shoe-box houses we grew up in,
that were built too close together
the women down the street was renting out bodies
for abuse by the hour
somehow we managed to fool ourselves,
to tell ourselves at night that we weren't blown apart yet
so our parents taught us the art of deception, the tongue twisters,
the second-hand schemes and manic manipulations
we grew up to be thieves, to be liars,
losers and suicides
we grew up to be good, grievous, to be kind,
we grew up and became murderous, crazy and lost
in silence, we waited for the revolution rejected
we stood around waiting for the hourglass to tip
until we sold our thrift-store souls,
and like the terrified rats that abandons a sinking ship,
we ran
and we ran like hell was breathing down our necks
with the weight of eternity on our shoulders,
we fled through the barren fields
with a razor she scraped off a pile of powder
from the pink hexagon pill that read “Suboxone”
“Inhale,” she told me, “as gently as you possibly can”
so I inhaled,
I inhaled and just like your heart drops, sink
when you fall in love, I began to sink, too
and eight years later, I'm still sinking as if I'm on that couch,
trapped forever to relive the worst mistake of my life,
over, and over
again-
the falling towers in the blinding light from the TV
we sat in the shoe-box houses we grew up in,
that were built too close together
the women down the street was renting out bodies
for abuse by the hour
somehow we managed to fool ourselves,
to tell ourselves at night that we weren't blown apart yet
so our parents taught us the art of deception, the tongue twisters,
the second-hand schemes and manic manipulations
we grew up to be thieves, to be liars,
losers and suicides
we grew up to be good, grievous, to be kind,
we grew up and became murderous, crazy and lost
in silence, we waited for the revolution rejected
we stood around waiting for the hourglass to tip
until we sold our thrift-store souls,
and like the terrified rats that abandons a sinking ship,
we ran
and we ran like hell was breathing down our necks
with the weight of eternity on our shoulders,
we fled through the barren fields
with a razor she scraped off a pile of powder
from the pink hexagon pill that read “Suboxone”
“Inhale,” she told me, “as gently as you possibly can”
so I inhaled,
I inhaled and just like your heart drops, sink
when you fall in love, I began to sink, too
and eight years later, I'm still sinking as if I'm on that couch,
trapped forever to relive the worst mistake of my life,
over, and over
again-
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