5 December 2014




the story for the most part

is lodged in my throat

I could choke on my words

if I ever let them loose

some people make me sick

green fingered monkeys

who plant worms in my mind

draw lumps from my throat

tie knots in my guts

and bring tears to my eyes

they dissect my body

to divine terrible truths

and even more terrible lies

from my stinking entrails


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