Ghost By Trade 2.0A Poem by blood red skiesRevised version of old poem.Ghost By Trade
Desolation,
alone I can feel my mind shatter like glass. worms writhing in beds of soil.
I’ve stomached these streets to no end and there is no changing direction. I fade in then out of view when nothing seems to comes into focus.
I could ask questions but some how I feel assured knowing the answer on a silent slip of the tongue. I could burn the bridges but oh how clever of you.
I never knew a serpent to climb to the top of human waste, just like you always have. Just as they always seem
full of ill will. So sick and saturated as life is. now extinguished in a pool of paternal urine. Have you ever seen the face of the dead on a Sunday?
Petty to say the least are those who lack a cause. Come on let it out! Defeat seems loathsome when it is ones own self we have managed to destroy. What is this all for anyway?
You thought this was the end yet rest is the last thing that ill be done. These fragments are wrapped in plastic concealing a posterior old and new.
Now
for the bottom line; nothing truly changes till it dies. I how many ways can you cover up the intentions of a little boy.
I just have never seen the f*****g point of complacence in age of
ignorance. Does anybody see the s**t piling up around them or
I feel, yet I wish so badly that numb was the feeling. How ironic it may seem how a coin has two sides that never quite coincide with face value. Yet I know this vicarious cycle will never end
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