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Gobble Stones
I eat them all
(The stones)
The loneliness we sink ourselves with
The light we keep from everyone
The foreign conclusions, or played off contusions
The heartfelt apologies of being left on read
I eat the lot because I have to and offer tribute
as if it suits you.
“Trouble” cries the troubadour.
He’s tapping his hand on my shoulder
And pointing toward the exit.
I should have left yesterday
But I’ve a mind to stay for Breakfast.
The biscuits are double fluffed
And god as my witness
I’m stuffed.
Hurried and worried
Lured and skewered
Flagged and toe tagged
I’m a mess in this house of halls we wander.
Calling the police didn’t stop them
It only stalled them as they ponder.
My patience: laced
Lost in time and space
You sit watching as I gasp for air
Choking on these stones
As you throw me another
Then another
And another
