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Clotted

   
here i am  
staring at a blank page..    
drinking Hendrick's..thinking..    
a clean slate perhaps?...    
crumple up those funky yesterdays    
empty the trash can    
start over again...from scratch    
scratch that itch    
lingering in my soul..    
    
...    
   
forgetfulness    
can be a redemptive thing    
when experiencing    
beginner's luck    
same dance...'different tune'    
i can see my muzik    
dancing in outer-space    
i let the words guide me    
ride me like a wild...night-mare    
running stark naked    
in darkened woodlands    
playing another game of truth dare    
or consequences..    
   
...    
   
i roll with the punchlines    
the puns and innuendos and such    
back handed compliments    
knowing the 'poet'    
speaks many languages    
i was touched by an angel so long ago    
languishing in a familiar song...    
i long to remember..    
   
...    
   
i am now but a shattered mirror    
fragmented upon concrete memoirs    
Lady Death RSVP'd  
her many invitations years ago...
gave me chances to opt out   
eye declined...so i decline.. regress
guess it's time  
to readdress that itch  
find the 'not so hidden' switch    
by scratching beneath that blank page  
i find myself constantly staring at...
if only to feel what it is
to really bleed...once again..    
   
Written by Naajir
Published | Edited 23rd Jun 2019
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