THE BLOG OF SECRETS…

IT’S ALL ABOUT ME AND YOU…

FROZEN MENTALITIES August 4, 2008

Filed under: MY POETRY — salted7s @ 2:41 am
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THE NEXT DAY…  
(for exactly who needs these words)


A disinterested rapist of pig-tails and school girl kilts
Telephoned his addictions; 
His voice? 
A whisper of a forgotten thought.

Continuing to argue with crayon scribbles 
Arguing within his head while
Smashing cravings for veins 
Filled with chemical delights.

This man despises being with himself.
This man yearns for falsehoods of sanity; 
Only to cringe when the phone rings.
He walks around his own egg shells.

Even when the sun closes down for night’s stalk,
He thinks only of his skin.
Pain expands 
Into midnight…

Reality switches costumes
Becoming confusion and ouchless band aids.
And still he pastes on his stage make-up in hopes of
Goodnight kisses.

But, 
There
Are
Only 

Flinching lips 
Made from 
Mildew and 
Sardonic bitterness.

Apples taste better!
Deodorant suddenly is on one’s shopping list!
Now,
Count to ten my friend.

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