Bath SaltzzA Poem by Jerusalem CricketMethodology.
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 CricketAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on April 16, 2015 Last Updated on April 16, 2015 AuthorJerusalem CricketCAAboutStuck in the tumbleweed trap on the outskirts of the World's Largest Meth-lab; the Art Gods keep me safe and sane. more..Writing
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