the_illumin_alby

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poet/writer/comedian from San Jose CA co host of the “HorrorFi Me” podcast available on iTunes and SoundCloud

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  • the_illumin_alby 12w

    When sheep can’t sleep what do they count??

    City skylines
    Mapped out
    Where you fall on
    So I’ll grip the heartstrings
    And swing
    To safety



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  • the_illumin_alby 12w

    The Merry Go Round for people with vertigo

    I’ve danced with death
    Red flags pointed at
    The not so white dress
    Tickled in flames
    No hose to put out

    Oh sweet Anna
    You got off on
    Screams and shouts
    Butterfly bordellos
    Coated in the eyes
    Lick the cracks on the wall
    To remember




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  • the_illumin_alby 12w

    Alien sex tape produced by politicians and the recently deceased

    Portraits
    And candy glass
    Makes for a
    Great cyanide
    Valentine



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  • the_illumin_alby 13w

    Espresserado

    Let the cold
    Floor speak for you
    Scraping knees till
    The static hits your
    Brain
    Fingernails caught
    On the frames
    Blowing kisses
    To the mirror






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  • the_illumin_alby 13w

    Making love to Chuck Norris’ beard while watching a Bruce Lee movie dressed as The Crow

    As you’re in motion
    The currents
    Tend to follow
    Along
    While he provides
    A stale storm



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  • the_illumin_alby 13w

    BDSM in her great grandmas will

    Eat the candle
    While it is
    Burning at both ends
    No matter how much
    You chase sidewalks
    The taste of midnight
    Will leave
    A film



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  • the_illumin_alby 13w

    I gave her a coffee ring and I got a maybe

    I want to see the sky
    Tear like a dirty
    Newspaper
    Full of lies and
    Dry tissue
    Let’s run in circles
    Until we look like
    Broken clocks

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  • the_illumin_alby 13w

    Carbonated NyQuil

    She drank her own
    Bath water
    To take the edge off
    His presence
    He became dehydrated
    Off his own
    Wallet



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  • the_illumin_alby 13w

    Mother Natures wet spot

    Let the windowsill
    Do the thinking
    And the rain
    Do the talking



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  • the_illumin_alby 13w

    Truck stop love making

    I’ll trade your
    Sunset for
    This full moon
    Let’s knock out
    The middle man
    And kill daylight
    For good



    ©the_illumin_alby