November122012

The Dance of the Dark

Dark circles
of eyes. Lies. Lies!
Lies in jail
cells full of methampheta-
means nothing to me.
See. See!
Sees black-blue (s)words
coming at him.
Flick, flick, hit!
Flick, flick, hit!
Attempts at dodging my pleas-
ing his addicted venom-
inated for Failure of the Decad-
ence of one man dancing
with unmoving limbs. Hymns.
Hymn, Hymn, hit!
Hymn, Hymn, hit!
Goodbye Hymn.

April232012

Epito[me]

Role
model growing
up so high
on hallucinogen-
ating about dis-
appointing himself head
of state
of mind
blown.

Potential hero-
in in system
deemed him a danger
to himself-
inflicted
harm on epito[me]
of misshap-
en conviction.

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