Sunday, July 7, 2013

BAGGAGE UNLOADED

vigorously

did I curse God

and die yet

one more time


weeped my last tears

over the un-redoable past

muttered the final

verdict on those


who screwed me...

I mean how many loose ends

can I tie up?

how many times can I drain


the pus and cleanse the wound?

for the love of all

that's allegedly holy

how much closure do I need?


I'm empty as a beer bottle

after a barbeque and there's no more

I can seal shut and await

some venial judgment


you want to suffer?

you go right ahead

I've exhausted my capacity

and am happy to go howling into the night...






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