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Heaven In Here
polish prose
short sharp shock
stock take your arm
wait — slowly pull back until the seductive crimson flow draws itself in
now lie back and enjoy your reverie
sweet dreams my friend
ill-feeling intestinal crunch i wrench and heave after
hearing her say good bye this morning
uprooting my dissatisfied role of playing the game — knowingly —
the farcical torn off ripped trip of ‘in love’
i start to cry
out of frustration and guilt —
from never being there
from wanting to play my instrument instead of being with her
from the lusty errant polygamy on my part
guilty of something I despise when rotated
bagging her with untruths
like a nuclear fall out
eaten away by an inner genetic lineage
unsightly scenes of rage
forcing emotional death to the party
eyes wide shut down for
night time and nightmares tapping into the past like it was tomorrow
