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Poetry In Retrograde
tempting too
much of everything
and got a whole lotta nuthin in return
karma's bastard child
undefined...too many blank spots
memory lapses
unanswered questions
i see abandonment issues
on the rise beyond this flat screen horizon
they rise...and...rise
with familiar dark undertows
heavy in tow
i gagged saltwater
for my self inflicted wounds
washed ashore as an unidentified amphibian
John Doe toe tagged..D.O.A
doomed on arrival
dragged...and spiritually flogged
flashbacks fast-forward
Timmy doesn't like this place
bad fit...pretend persona is maladjusted
busted...disgusted
inertia sits like an anvil on the soul
close the door
turn off the lights
and crouch back in Shadow's corner
he's never played well with others
too for long
it is what it is
i'll take him back home
and bide the tides of fabricated time
in this sand-box mind
as a solo act
as it was from the spit of birth
Published 17th Sep 2019
Author's Note
Last call at my fuckin pity party....
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