Bath Saltzz

Bath Saltzz

A Poem by Jerusalem Cricket
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Methodology.

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Today I'm bleeding caffeine
headaches; with a 'z.'
Because I am acquainted with
this language & I'll rape it if I feel like it.

Tearing my own guts out &
smearing the blood around &
stepping back to watch
the finished product writhe
to the sound of a tribal drum circle
makes me feel dirty.


Like I could boil til my skin bubbles &
burns away & I would never be clean again.
It makes me feel alive.

Dingy. Like dumpster corpses.
Flickery fluorescent hallways.
Cradle the graveyard when the
panel lights off themselves
one by one. by one.
by one. buy one.
& everything else is free.

You get what you get,& it's dope
but you could do better, so....
You better take what you want now
or the world will mow you down.
& you better be quick about it
cause this b***h ain't slowing down &
gives no f***s about how you feel today.

so smile, okay?

© 2015 Jerusalem Cricket


Author's Note

Jerusalem Cricket
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"cradle the graveyard"

S**T
is getting real.

like waking up with a scream feelin' good.

this is YOUR league.

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Added on April 16, 2015
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Stuck in the tumbleweed trap on the outskirts of the World's Largest Meth-lab; the Art Gods keep me safe and sane. more..

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