Friday, 21 July 2017


A vision quest cyclops
Imagination limited
Even three eyes functioning wouldn't change a thing
I want to writhe like a snake in the ocean
Under cover of shaded storm clouds
Want to score with truthful emotions
Not run the clock out
A toast to broken friendships
A naked pain
A throwback to wayward shrapnel
Bathed between acidic drops
Cinematic dis-association
Carnage detachment
Live on screen for our amusement
Nothing will be regained
Nothing will be revered
Nothing will be the sum total of your podium pronouncements
Nothing will be the aggregate of therapy hours logged
The rock hard bottom shall provide the basis for your perpetual fibrosis

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