Liquefied thoughts turned into speechless mementos
unable to speak or express my feelings
of
despair

Luminous horror flicks playing in the back of my mind
trying to make presence in
my
prayers

Uncontrollable head-banging cries
post poem depression
preoccupying brain cells like
incarcerated drug dealers
trying to sell me
rock for my dreams
&
It seems
as if I traded R&B classics for
a sour mouth and bruised knees
cock sucking these thoughts
that should have been
buried & deceased

Sky watching through window sills seems ridiculous
But the shapes of the clouds and rays of light
Seem to have been placed there so meticulous
As to say
“Follow Me My Child”
and for a while I smile
try to go the extra mile

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but then

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like a magic trick

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it all disappears and I’m left feeling cheated…
fucked by satan's dick!


Insanity is overrated
can’t come up with descriptive verbs
cuz they’ve all been created
so..
I’ll make up my own
Like…

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\\\ Scumtagious ///

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Bussin’ head nuts from over analyzing
reading sad poems and being infected
like
vaginal walls after a dirty penetrating dick that’s contagious

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So until I overdose on penicillin
my next write will come

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When

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My mind is free of contamination