Carrjack : Writing

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A Poem by Carrjack


I was raised a catholic.An Irish Catholicin New York.That is,church every SundayCatechism on Saturdaysand no meat on Fridays during lent.I had a cruci..
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Bloody Knucklesclottedyellow cum stained handkerchiefred wine left in fabricI took time to ironthis shirt.Dockers worn in the kneesBoot soles worn sin..
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There are not enough hoursin the dayWhich is why i do my craft at night.It can be overwhelming at timesto write when it allis trying to come out at on..
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I have worn through all my sneakersand nearly all my jeans. I have lostall but one of the buttons on my jacket. My shirts all have wrinkles. My hair..
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I willlove you the restof my daysbut i neversaid s**t abouteternity
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Let the boy speaklet him carry onsit with himindian stylein grass sparkled withmorning dewHe sees wondrous things His is a childhoodlost in books offa..
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Hands Tear at me,beggingshattered womanleft with nothing buthaunting memoriesto say goodbye isto walk away foreverwhen a smile calls to mindaches and ..
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Shatter legends ofblood and clay F**k tip toeing into oblivionwith futile objections to anothers perception Outflanked and outnumbered in unwarrante..
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Lets go meet peopleI say to herShe's drunk and shes a friendon a rooftop in the lower eastside with 50 otherwe don't know.We walkHelloHowd you get he..
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lights flash last call a last ditch effortto reach the pointof no returnmad dashto the barscream your f*****g throatdryits all fun andgamestill you re..