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and the sun will come out tomorrow

pISsInG LiKe a bABy
WITHOUT CONTROL,
after THAT TRIP FROM THE BAR.
now I'm wriTINg lines of LIFE.
taking ASSES and kicking NAMES
is my game.
I AM DRUNK,
DOWNTON
with the GIGILOS,
CALL GIRLS,
and KILLERS of all kind.
I walk with them.
I try.
I talk to the women and
they speed down the sidewalks.
okay ROGER THAT Captain Crunch-my-balls.

I do not BLAME them.
roof of the mouth blOODY
from WORDS
and NO WORDS,
from the UNDIAGNOSED
DISORDER,
from turning to my DEMONS
For SUSTENANCE.

SoMeTHinG aBOUT
the JaGGED edge.
i AM AFRAID
but i WALK it.
hate IT.
am fascinated BY IT.
tortured by it.
I touch it and BLEED FOR A WHILE.
I am BLEEDING.

somTHING abOUT a WOMANS
ASSHOLE.
then
IT WINKS at me like GOD,
like it's something to WORSHIP.

where did this delirious ANIMA in me
emanate from?
Inkerpoet
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