emotional trash eating sling shot days park on my doorstep like mudA Poem by kmartellpokadot fly spots flack swatting damned s**t all over me underneath the wing pits, the sweat glistens ...door returns with a spat, as i leave the bathroom
the face of all things itchy and wise i know things when i am eating my own bad moods
like now, corn flakes soggy, heart turned around in my chest....
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