Straddling some stupid ventriloquists lap
For soothing lies; my tongue to flap
Incessant voices growing louder
“I hereby resign to powder”
Unrest holds my shaking hand
As I exhume the buried man
Called Mr.Brown, and other friends
Like Benzo (surname: Diazepam)
“I gave it a shot at not taking a shot
I really did, (believe me, Doc)
But my legs cramped up and arms went dead
Like flies trapped up in spiders webs”
With soggy paper mache skin (sobbing, aching)
My stomach spin-drying shit, (clogging, caking)
Panic pumping through my veins (wanting, needing)
“I refute all sin, all shame” (needles, bleeding)
Counting every endless minute
Each elliptical minute…
Every minute till I. Just. Can’t. Hack. It.
Score a packet, cook it, jack it…
(These days
I sit behind my teary windows
people Pass
They vitrify and break
Vitrify and break)
Should’ve nipped it in the bud
-That flower whose blossom was so brief
Can’t be pressed, it’s in my blood
-As sure and strong as Mothers grief
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