Jason’s Reviews > The Energy of Slaves: Poems > Status Update
Jason
is on page 106 of 128
It was a while ago
when I was still smoking cigarettes
when I left women waiting
and shopped at Le Chateau
when I was still
the sweetest singer I could imagine
It's too dark in here
the light isn't any good
And stop asking me questions
nobody's gonna notice
if I never write again
except that incredible
natural blonde over there
that all the boys are fighting over
them roses are dangerous
— May 08, 2017 10:19PM
when I was still smoking cigarettes
when I left women waiting
and shopped at Le Chateau
when I was still
the sweetest singer I could imagine
It's too dark in here
the light isn't any good
And stop asking me questions
nobody's gonna notice
if I never write again
except that incredible
natural blonde over there
that all the boys are fighting over
them roses are dangerous
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Jason
is on page 87 of 128
I could not wait for you
to find me dead in a rented room
with my sunglasses dusty
on the card table
So once again
I tried to set my throat on fire
this time in silence
and not thinking of you at all
(I had so much time to kill)
— May 07, 2017 10:19PM
to find me dead in a rented room
with my sunglasses dusty
on the card table
So once again
I tried to set my throat on fire
this time in silence
and not thinking of you at all
(I had so much time to kill)
Jason
is on page 70 of 128
I dream of torturing you
because you are so puffed up with pride
You stand there with a bill of rights
or an automatic rifle
or your new religion
I am the angel of revenge
The flowers and the mountains
the milky afternoons of childhood
all innocent and abandoned forms
have designated me
the angel of revenge
This machine is rubber and metal
it fits over your body and you die slowly
— May 06, 2017 10:35AM
because you are so puffed up with pride
You stand there with a bill of rights
or an automatic rifle
or your new religion
I am the angel of revenge
The flowers and the mountains
the milky afternoons of childhood
all innocent and abandoned forms
have designated me
the angel of revenge
This machine is rubber and metal
it fits over your body and you die slowly
Jason
is on page 30 of 128
I did not know
until you walked away
you had the perfect ass
Forgive me
for not falling in love
with your face or your conversation
— May 04, 2017 06:54AM
until you walked away
you had the perfect ass
Forgive me
for not falling in love
with your face or your conversation

