Like A Tragic Broadway Whore.

LiKe a TraGic
BroAdwAy WhoRe.
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I have spoKeN
with
mulTiple
IdenTiTies
in a SolipsisTic
SeTTing.

Where MuFFled
HeAds cough
Laugh-like bullets
before
A
BroaDway Whore.
(who never sees The
Beginning Coming.)

and You're
always
There My Love..

(whom certain
"I's"
in Secret Hate.)

Pretty Like a
Nightmare's wet
Dream any corpse
would Die Twice
For !!!

(Then
Attempt to
ViolaTe.)

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Why do i make
such
obscene statements?..
(gasp!)

Are you shocked
love?...

Do you shake
your
head bewildered
by the Cruelty of
My Baffling Jest?

You are..

indelibly
sown
into theSe MaNy
FracTureD
ThoughTs of mE.

Dancing in Your
Finest
Dollar Store
Dress!

(That you wear
like
Sacred-Armani.)

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Oh..

I must have
Brain-Cancer!!

(The "I's" Think.)

Because these
Bloody-Laughs
We WeeP
Now seem like
Nails to SeaL
mY
AngeL's Coffin!!!

As Love stands
around

looking
Down
upon this
World..

like some
Tragic Broadway
Whore..!!!

(who never
saw the Ending
coming...)

j.stephen.h.

Authors Note:

Spare the Script
Flippin Lid Shittin
Questionaire please..
this was..merely a reflection
of: My Disease Caught
by the World. (and given
back to Source)

OR: A Portrait of The
Wanna Be Artist
As : Demented Man-Child..
Living in mental
Houses made of
So much glass
that..

One should Toss
stones
At their own risk.

but please..
PLEASE!!!

(DO NOT RETURN
My FuckinG
SOUL TO
SENDER.)


JSH