This is my conscience streaming into binary existence
And so what? Think what you will, it’s still eating away
Or maybe festering, multiplying in its own pretentious way
The abused boy, still trembling under your fist
I felt it first, inside, and it hurt me
Your filthy mouth, wrapped around my tongue…
Licking, licking, coughing, licking, licking, coughing
You servant… your obligation…. your absence…
Sipping absinthe as if we were Van Gogh or his sane brother
Retching, loathing, disgust and discontent >>>>
My last chance to breathe, something profound
This stabbing ache, this retched beauty, caught beneath the tumbling winter waves,
I cannot accept this, the last thought, the last say… I don’t own it
photo and words © 2006 by k. all rights reserved; nothing may be reproduced without written consent of theeverlastingfunstopper
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Do you know, deflated children's balloons often mimic the appearance of jellyfish and sea turtles eat them and die. Sad.
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