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Childs Horror
Folder:
Dark Tampered and torn
Used and misinformed
Memories transformed
This truth never born
Battered lost
Forgotten and tossed
Heart full of frost
Trying to defrost
Waiting debating
Life worth taking
Changes are making
These hands shaking
Slithering by
Time doesn’t fly
The known defies
My luminosity dies
My Own Insanity
I met him on the corner under the streetlight
yesterday and said, "Hey, Insanity. Where U been?"
Insanity just stared at me completely and dumbly
as if he was not aware that he lived in my mirror
or that I had forgotten his address.
.
My own particular brand of Insanity came home
with me and we made love all night, wrecking
the furniture, writing poems together. Never missing
an opportunity to be instructive. Always on the make
for a good line or two or three.
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Just Bein' Allets
08/28/14
addictive I say, addictiive!