Everyone insists; shine on
It's not the shine that puts off
The timing -
Eager bars
Are chiming -
Everywhere as winter's cough
Ding, Dang, Dong; so right, it's wrong -
The haunting -
Sudden chills
They're daunting -
Strangled freedom's shout; a song -
Banner's call, one in all; raised
They're choking -
Roadway blocks
Provoking -
Really one's own self of praised -
Cutting rain will break the chain
Outside talks -
Their forcing
Inward mocks -
Views fixed; neither one to blame -
Flow as the salty eyed tear
Through cement -
Skyward damn
Fish ferment -
It's scent will attract the bear -
Soon enough to gag a mag
Dark mourning -
Vision gone
Large swarming. . .
The gluttony will be shown. Insesant badgering with feet staggering, to taste what we've cursed. There's no balance here, none. The most gluttonous to be shown. They'll be the last of the bipedal draggers. The double nickel knuckle punks. If the wallet is of any indication of depth of knowledge, much better to avoid the bloated bags.
They say you never get over it.
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Comfort in Control
PoetryThis is a collection about the vices that control us. The media, love, your own mind and others.
