Small talk with big words

I got a real lively friend

who is now dead

because he swallowed some vomit

while trying to leave some words behind.

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Most chatter

is boring

small talk with big words

that to save the world

would mean

salvaging the conversations

about cars and stocks

and finances and work

and people who have

cars, stocks, finances, and work

only to get more cars, stocks, and finances,

people like myself

who are so uninteresting in

their tricks that they’d

be lucky for a car to

bang them up

before the stocks or finances

or people like yourself

will.

The world’s a graveyard.

Let it rest.

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She’s a real slut

tearing out my heart

without crying

and displaying it

out in the world

so anyone can fondle,

squeeze, and see

how big it is

and how little

it beats.