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Absence

I slipped down an icicle
And fell into a sand storm.
that can desiccate a soul.
Wasted like a slack jawed geriatric.  

I’m killing a man everyday
and I keep forgetting to pray
before I rip out his heart.
I've got blood all over my shirt.

Our circus act broke up
When the wire snapped
The whole family is splattered.
This is the closest we’ve ever been.

I woke up in a casket
And heard the bastards laughing
Over the last shovelfuls of dirt.
I've got the rest of my life to escape.

I got bleached
And lost all my color.
Someone slit my throat; no voice.
I really am invisible.

A drunk driver raped a girl
but he was yelling liberal politics
So I figured he must be okay.
I couldn't hear myself think.

It got crowded in my shower
I forgot to shave and I look like shit.
This is when I bite my nails and shake. 
Everyone keeps looking at me.

My feet are greasy.
I can’t feel the earth
Except when I trip.
I’ve got to grow some roots. 

Where the hell have I been?
Those party balloons blew up
and rained acid dream tears
Someone was happy I got found.

Comments

  1. You have a gift for voice. And a skill beyond compare when it comes to drawing feeling. What a story. I want to know this guy, even if he does forget to pray at key moments.

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