Hermit Memoirs

Nicotine and Thorazine speaking through your nervous gaze
hooks in your skin from decades of song, and nothing
holds you closer than these thoughts, you are treasured
on this battlefield, my mind smoking and ravaged
under an artillery barrage lambasting with prejudice
extremities aching with a four four beat manifesting
as the music swells and washes over us, becalmed
patience as we wait for the words that will condemn us
to pushing up daisies and pulling down empires
a dead weight of piled nobodies, zero sum sons of bitches
scattered like confetti splattered like pancakes
sweet and colourful and broken with precision
eliminated and expelled with a last gasp, rasping
as your voice breaks on the words you hoped
never to utter and yet always rehearsed.

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