Anamnesis

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Positively inculpability!
Here I go again!
Dirty, rusty bars.
Tomorrow is a new day?
The river is overflowing, overflowing.
So why do I feel the same?
Groggy windows.
I guess that's just luck.
Dancing masks hoot.
Or perhaps its fate that leads to suffering.
The eyes itch.
I'm not really sure but it hurts.
Sour anesthesia shocking.
And it has been hurting.
Lucid pustules!
Has it always been this way? Have I just never noticed?
Inverted eye sockets!
I'm getting spent.

Reviews

Love the "black note on the end of the part above..." it means you... want to be you! promote your black beauty, or you want to be back to black, or black in front of all colored s**t ... however, such a nice ramble of words here. I feel this poem as it is about the tremendous urge to escape. But oh my that groggy window...Wonderfully described. And these beautiful simple words, with a uge meaning, wich make the (first-break-out) or just flight sparkling, while you still think you got spent.... ;)