Dali Colorado

Crown One

Submitted by Dali on November 10, 2005 - 21:22.
I.
Children's books on dinosaur dictionaries.
A winner and a looser always walk the hallway
with you and I not too far behind.

Save your kindness - we are fine.
We've put on our gloves, wiped our brow
somehow,
ready for the fight
tonight
and tomorrow, and the next.

He sees champion and lover, always wanting to wear a crown.
I beat up beauty queen and fashion model - the big throw down.
(Past lovers too - I don't exclude)

You see, this boy's weapon is oil stick and canvas
And mine are sick - words.
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Crown Two

Submitted by Dali on November 10, 2005 - 21:15.
A whore I feel - for real.
I am searching for acceptance after all.
Repentance.
Smells of incense
from passerby's who hear
my moans of pain
from inside body strain, and sheet stain.

I confide
in you,
my deceased boo. You ghost, you.

And right now
I get up somehow
and walk out into the street with you.
We're always in mind and hand in hand
to the corner store.
I need more
alcohol and poison
to subside these feelings of true and
utter loneliness.
I confess
our intensity.
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Gary Coleman Christmas

Submitted by Dali on November 10, 2005 - 21:13.

My hair is falling out
and down like snow
that's colored black
like you.

I pull it out every time
I think about this mess we're in.
An affair, and a corazon I can't possibly win.
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Birthday Boxed In

Submitted by Dali on November 10, 2005 - 20:56.
The day before my birthday,
still, I lie here moving.
Legs crossed,
hand clutching pen,
stomach pressed on purple sheets.*
I've started drinking
and it aint even 7.

*purple sheets - Prince convinced me,
you see.

I want to tell you
how disappointed I am,
how mad I am,
how I just wanna yell, but
for some reason I can't.
I'm nauseous and I have cramps.
So, let's forget about me tellin',
and me yellin',
cause it's only 7.

Instead, let's look around
at all the music I've collected,
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