Wednesday, July 17, 2013

release

Siphon off my tank
Gum up the works
Leave a trail of slime
Clogging the fresh air
Take what's yours
What's mine, and maybe your neighbor's too

Talk too much,
Shouting diarrhea out the window
At anything passing by
Until these birds are watching
Keeping tabs on the crazy

Stung by bees repeatedly
Over and over
Until the poison makes your eyes roll back in your head
Until your teeth are chattering and numb

I break my own fist
To release the pain
Into sweeping adrenaline
Thunderstorm thoughts
Transcending weak illusions
Disappearing volcano
Hardened beneath the sea

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