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vagabond king some poems home about the author influences vagabond king some poems 1050 baxter street 1 comment posted by garrett macfalda on july 3 2011 write down everything you see teenage whores blacklight bored bare blank carpet old case tarnished brass filmed glass displaying ass and rubber flesh everything tied to a price tag contempt stuck on painted eyes barely old enough to get paid to suck cocks poetry athens lust pain poem poems poetry prostitution secret sex dig until you bleed leave a comment posted by garrett macfalda on july 3 2011 dig up the sullen southern weeds behind the fence line and you will find it roots wrapped in red red clay you will find it and it will stain your hands there are arrowheads yet to find in the piedmont earth do you realize how many bones you walk over in a day somesoul built his home here once another man bled heart flattened by a crude lead ball or by the blessings of a brutish blonde belle there are bodies yet to find in the piedmont earth quick think of something of value and worth think of what your daddy taught you some something like don t you be bringing home some nigger girl or son you d better not be queer there are gods yet to find in the piedmont earth poetry color death life poem poems poetry racism secret spider i dare you leave a comment posted by garrett macfalda on july 3 2011 drip a little closer spider silk a line down and spin me all in legs so symmetrical dare a moth to tangle up down like this show me what you showed her sit me down tell me ugly little miss impeccable dare a moth to tangle up down like this the hold the holes the web the thread the pillowed dead we lay our bones upon the hold the holes the web the thread precursor to the corpse build a coffin on the back porch poetry interlude leave a comment posted by garrett macfalda on july 3 2011 spread like hungry roots across this cotton vines to tangle touch crime to kiss crime to search to find to learn criminals now now what was i to you but paraffin wax and sweat poetry you know who you are leave a comment posted by garrett macfalda on july 1 2011 you trussed up little shipwreck waifs piss around bars like these thinking yourselves mermaids i don t get paid enough for this shit you can t even sing you odyssean failure you never had a hand in it just held your hand out you children you petty girls you scared of all black strangers girls you tits out but don t look psuedofeminist trash i hope i have a daughter one day so i can teach her to look down on people like you poetry i don t believe in monsters i don t leave a comment posted by garrett macfalda on june 27 2011 lo a confession at night when it s still and safe the corners of my lips tighten and i salivate fantasizing of gripping his last breaths in my aging young fist of the last brick handed blows he lands before my knee divots his broad swastika d chest of digging uncommon soft neck skin deep under long chewed fingernails of his lurid shudder shake kick when he finally comically fails to accept this dedicated to redacted i will meet you again some sunny day meaculpameaculpameamaximaculpa poetry dreams horror murder poem poems poetry revenge vengeance amplifier worship 1 1 comment posted by garrett macfalda on june 26 2011 caught up searching for a cigarette trying to act like i was unimpressed the fluorescent census stretched and folded up two by a thousand petty passengers and their liquor store debts point a loaded pistol at the precipice think of something flash to follow after it think of something genuine fine and fly through the telephone lines to the flick flicker snap and light the cigarette take ten steps to the seven ten split where the nine ten bus stops to ferry the dead pre bass click then a post bass bass hit the sub bass kicks and then hangs up bleeding to a beat to a plainchant to a burst rude stereo screams once to summon the faithless twice again to slash at their eyes once this started painful twice again this opened my eyes once bleeding twice again bleeding die close scene beat beat beat music poetry drinking metal poem poetry your eyes i promise leave a comment posted by garrett macfalda on june 24 2011 furrow if you wanna lady i was looking at your eyes tug the skirt down and ruin your good looks with a hooked down burnt bra frown go ahead i was looking at your eyes poetry us 24w outside of defiance ohio leave a comment posted by garrett macfalda on june 22 2011 i think maybe i ve been driving too long i hope that wasn t a body i just saw i hope maybe that he died before he started to burn i keep thinking that i smell it i hope they get the goddamned crows away till them get him in a bag i hope his family hates his guts or else it s gonna be real goddamned sad i don t feel right poetry death ohio journeyman 1 comment posted by garrett macfalda on january 2 2010 12 31 09 somewhere between norwood and athens ga in g major well the brickmason drinks like a fish every morning and he ll cuss like a sailor at them boys on his wall he ll work like a devil but he sings like an angel all them old irish folk songs ringin out against the stone singin oh ho mavourneen oh ho mavourneen mavourneen my darling in the morning i ll be home oh ho mavourneen my darling mavourneen mavourneen my darling i m coming home all the carpenter s got is a thumb and a half and six fingers but he s a sight with a hammer eyes plumb level and true he s got a habit from the sixties two girls back in mississippi and he ll see em for the sunrise if it s the last thing he ll ever do singin oh ho mavourneen my children my only best thing i ever made and the best gift i ever got oh ho mavourneen my darling mavourneen mavourneen my darlings i m coming home i ve got no home to speak of no love to drink of and it ain t for lack of trying i m just used to me alone but i can t help but think of the good life i mighta screwed up and the girl i mighta married if i coulda kept myself at home oh ho mavourneen i m sorry my darling i m gone before the morning in the morning you ll be alone oh ho mavourneen my darling mavourneen i m sorry my darling but i m not coming home poetry older posts rss feed archives july 2011 june 2011 january 2010 november 2009 october 2009 september 2009 march 2009 february 2009 january 2009 top create a free website or blog at wordpress com subscribe subscribed vagabond king sign me up already have a wordpress com account log in now privacy vagabond king subscribe subscribed sign up log in report this content view site in reader manage subscriptions collapse this bar design a site like this with wordpress com get started