Passions Passing
By bags123
Something I wrote while battling my ex-wife in our court system. Passions Passing 8/20/2001 Passions silent passing never noticed till it's gone red wine stained , forgotten hours, memories lost when I belonged. While the tedium of conflict like a snake bite to the brow spreads its grotesque poison throughout my life somehow. Unspoken words collect themselves in walls of deep debris abscounding all thats meaningful, controlling what I see. Routine becomes my purpose, banality, my cure. Sleep prescribes the seditive for what I must endure. Phantoms lie beyond my sight in solid disarray emasculate my energy not caring what they say Sending Jackyls, in disguises knawing bone and tearing flesh for them no absolution when the meat they smell is fresh The world is full of midnight predation rules the streets cachophony tears the morbid air with jeers of whores and cheats And when in time, this insolance, has eaten its full share May eternal constipation leave them writhing in despair. Written March 28th, 2002 © on Mar 27 2002 10:41 PM PST 0 • 1
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