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President's Blood

from Our Evil Inside Joke by Nelsonvillains

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We’ve stacked up bottles of the president’s blood in this Beacon garage – it’s mixed into the walls and the dirt in the yard, and ghetto blasters in the gas station parking lot.

At 12:55 my insomnia begins with eyes open, A.M. tongue wagging and… “we haven’t spoken in several months,” is how I’ll begin this letter I compose in my head next to humming metal at my incidental job where I live to forget every face I love, to roll their names on my detached tongue, dry with the morning, always jealous of polite bullshit in every limp-wristed hipster kid affect I salute and serve – every zealous boy with drugs in his blood, every savior girl who’s got a black heart.

We’ve stacked up bottles of Coor’s and The Beast on this concrete, entrenched ourselves in something like love. Raised eyebrows and a loose-lipped mouth are all you’ve got to fight – fuck your parents, fuck your small town and your little life.

Whisper up, Mary’s coming in a white veil with her glass of liquid – I’ve got pins on all my feelings and I’m throwing up through the shade of a window to daylight’s twisted smile. Open up! The lamp’s on but you don’t know what time it is. Open up all your feelings for Black Mary, open up her mouth so full of shit, and I am the last one alive in this mess, scraped my knee crossing a million, iron, tired train tracks with your dumb fucking number written all over my brain, I will say your name over and over again – with a bottle in my hand I hope no love’s lost babe.

When I ask you to fuck, say get a train ticket – meet me in the morning and we’ll forget all of this: all the rivers and the countryside and the headlights at night, and the heroin dreams and those damp nights in the woods.

I am done trying to talk.

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from Our Evil Inside Joke, released October 6, 2011

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