Poetry
Fist around me color of my heart,
Buzz that clots my brain like honey drowns
Me in my blood, six million sets of clowns
Go marching in, my system blown apart,
Winds barge in to scatter shit around,
Geeks rush out and grunt and strut and fart
Their manifesto where my cage of art
Cracks open like eggs crashing into ground,
Broken, fallen, mute song where I start,
Hollers where I quit, this all comes down
To mumbles once I get into my crown
Of thorns, my cursing mind will make it smart,
Catch that feeling, shove it underground,
Pretend I’ve babbled something real profound.
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