Author: scarlettlockett
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The Art Of Destruction
There are meadows of yellow ochre That live over our horizon. If you cry for a love That is not mine, Why are you so surprised To find The staining of my dye? My fields are only of Indigo, And Pigment is only so Penetrating. The nature of tradition Does not grow within me. It…
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Signing Off
I’m afraid my emptiness has outgrown my body. Larger than the big blue with an appetite for the shining universe.
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besito de verano
I miss you more Than the charm bracelet I had when I was six. Caught at sunset Again. It’s sticky sweet, Lips of red sugar Licking secrets off me Under trees of forest green, And the orange seeps From modern to the Memory.
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You’re in the Art, I’m in the Fire
When you discovered I was a dragon you played with the danger of my past- Only alive for the myth of my fury, As the knife in the story. Now you’re twisting and turning To provoke it Even more. How could that be enough For the hunger Of a starving artist? You’re locked…
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Leather Jacket
December is always reserved for you. I freeze it then reheat it every time I want to remember the love of lived in leather, the rage of a favorite ripped sweater ’cause it sinks in that nothing ever really lasts forever.
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mars baby
I wish I could say it was a bad case of retrograde When you look to the stars, Do you look for safety? The velvet blanket of navy ships your sparkling diamonds to sleep Rocks you like a restless baby gently over the treachery of the sea It’s a hushed sedate me. Each season…
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Out of Sight…(Cold Shoulders in Little Tokyo)
The Metro was my best friend then I took what I could get and lived in a different dimension with a soft smile in reality. I heard the blue-red of the crimes around me the murmur of sirens covered by recited rhythms that kept me company. I kept record those days and every two weeks …
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28
My eyes are happy when my heart is starving to fit into blue jeans. I remember the days my stomach caved in. I could handle the ache in honor of the golden number on the measuring tape. They call you pretty but you just don’t feel it. You have no idea how to …
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Pearl.
My reflection shatters the mirror. A shard of glass in hand, she jabs and stabs until she’s pleased with the shade of red that’s pooled the floor. She dives in- swimming for pleasure, desperate for the leisure that she stamped to the word sexy. She can say it now. It teases the teeth, it pushes…
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rest in peace.
Sometimes, I see all of it, all at once rushing through me and I have to make peace with all of its undoing.
The Scarlett Locket 