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[title] => a demon of my very own
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[bodytext] => I have barcode etched into the back of my neck with magnetic ink The devils scans it and charges every time I buy a bad decision Last Thursday I overdrafted guess I need to get wiser with my spending cause Lady luck’s lazy eye does not fall upon those with bad credit I feel the sun climbing up my throat choking light reveals dark corners I m smiling with beach bum solar bleached teeth The horizon line of my tounge is preaparing to extend soft welcoming rays Of daybreak But I see something bigger than the sun on my horizon When that egg is finally dislodged from my esophagus Itll split on the ground revealing red yolk and a fan where the ***** will hit Too many omens have imprinted black crows feet on the creases of my eye Ive walked under to many ladders to even think its time to climb Black cats and red dawns break mirrored lenses and leave me vulnerable to the visions Close friends drop like flies into puddles of spilt beer While I sit here trying to convince my self that the end isn’t near Steering away from sickly sweet premonitions of drowning in molasses Glass bonds with my joints making my knees a dull ache and buckle My backpack is heavy and this hike will never end Coming to a clearing of ropy sinued webs tangled and twitching The connector butterfly has venomous effects infects everyone I touch we’ll all faint at the summit While the diamond cutter chisels sacks of meat into new improvements the only time I pay any attention anymore is when I know that im in trouble otherwise I have no problem joy riding this vacuum packed bubble have you ever been tossed into a cave full of needles? Neither have I Not yet at least Everything happens for a reason and every action has its place A puzzle piece has me trapped between a rock and a hard fact to face When the credits start to roll itll all make sense But by that time who’s going to care. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 173 [topic] => 73 [informant] => simonwrite [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )
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