Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Have fun, safe flight.

Furious, not content, I now seethe,

a sulking denizen, sighing face wan,

I’d rather vomit than angrily breathe

in despair I do what I can.

Taunting door slammed no more

due to curling smoke and self-centeredness

now I sneer instead of snore

kept awake by sorrowful abscess

Clogged and distracted I struggle

to wake from trailing in hers

but it is hard not surrender in anxious tender huddles

disdain I channel, a frothing and furious curse,

would that he would choke on my thoughts vile and terse,

he is due for a madness I wish I could reimburse.

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