Eddie Quirk



tripping in school



four walls cornered they got us on all

sides. walkie talkies, hand held

security

 no

   candy for me.



   cameras and bulletins

nonsense stronghold

paranoid

                                 schoolways



the felt dreams

me

  allover

         this messy backwater land.void.

cold undone but again

I'm free.cages



what anyone looking at me can plainly see

       7 different

places in all different sheets

           insex(insects

)nausea.

        girls and all your boys

all out on a last day.

  calling attention

 whenever children call

  the teachers over...



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spastic flames stick to your

feet as you

         tread the

    hallways.

                they 

                  paint

                me all

            colors ofdiscontentandabandon.

              the backs of those

                             and us, is who they're after  

 freakout

         when...                  when

                                      i

                                           can   









reading back over too much, trying to see what i saw then 

and loved .but i fall away and drifting, i miss my friend

gwon and tell mom you tattletale

bad memories and hurt glances affect in a way that i don't 

want to tell about   just this happenstance trampoline

up and down it hurts more than you can see

the mage of the sewer- he danced and he laughed as he saw your    loss    the iced tea falls and swings round and round in the glass until it stops

the awaking and new life born into a week it feels like years

labrinths and girls I haven't seen in a while

the taste falls out of your mouth so it wont matterin the long run lines

blast! one solitary drop of experience and maybe we'll all change

something to make you hold on, make me tell

but i cant type good enough drunk

blonde no curls with speckled

diamonds on fire

w/ a smile that stops and laughs.

flapping, bugs in the house

42nd nothing backwater in the Aquabong.

spaces between friends,dipping deeper into self respect 

and the new box of donuts,the Beatles

         tapping the bowl

atop glaciers.wish i had some

fire.

  luscious,calming beauty

holds me over.

im no rockstar

  don't lose yourself you'll

hate yourself.

no job blues

 pull her down with me and tell her.

when they kn ow  too much it lifes

and calls to the boys on the street,

     hands in pockets,tellall eyes

  more soul than most will see.

hopping around and dancing

with MUCHTOOMUCH

makeup, nipples forcing their way thru her dress,

and loving it cause everyone notices like me



i hear green bells she touches me

      and 

      eyes sincere.



  lost,roaming in the greens,rock gardens of lust.

don't remember 

              most

of the time

heavy fog. Portuguese underpaid boys who cant speak english

her clean whiteshirt

shirt camouflage pants

warm body---

i can see who's more true.

sad eyes.

     the ashtray keeps being emptied by this guy. he doesn't look too friendly but i dont mind.other things going on

     just bugging on the morning

strings being pulled by those aroundus.

cant slip past

i'm noodling my way thru

     perfection.

       hates me.

        part-time hippy.

bent pages,colored crayons

she started bugging out

  smiles a lot and trusts .