I'm here today
to say
that all the words I've ever
said...
nothing
the poems I wrote
... a joke
think of them and choke
back the tears
... damaged years
splattered and split
by heavy ink
retract the sounds
recall the hounds
and heal the wounds
I meant no harm
to you nor me
with jousts of lifted
dropping swords
swilled full of ink
clink, clink
spit up the juice
of sorrow
drink down the
joy of life.
Footnote:
breathe it in
and bellow
catch the elevator
toward the sky
the call to cross over
was just a lie
chemically induced
by incorrect
prescriptive
lies.
I know no sense
this makes to some
but when I put my hand in
father's
and cried
it was just chemically induced
lies.
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