Tuesday, November 29, 2011

If A Stranger Turns Up Missing His Song Is My Confession

Repression & Regression
It’s proof
This poem
It’s written
In an un-holy scrawl
God’s finger on the wall
I’ll find myself hanging
on the string that held the world
I’m done and gone
the devil’s got my lucid, lost mind.
checking a watch and my mind
full of a lusty loss
belief in where I’d end up
is a strange thing
to believe in the failure of yourself.
an undermining confidence
I’m not strong enough
along a wine filled river
Towards a tree where I’ll make my decision. 

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