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We Are the Phlegm
At times He shouts to clear his throat, AHEM! We are the phlegm. Puffs of dandelion dust, ignoring life, allowing hearts to rust. Each day we rush upon ourselves, shelving more decisions, piercings and incisions, in the side of eyelids, nose, and tongue. unknowing victims, of what we know not from. beaming like returning martyrs, blown to Kingdom Come. matter splattered, gut ache or remorse; no age is better for it; no age worse. it’s what we choose to look at now; it is our Holy Cow. maybe sin is in the looking, maybe in the not, eyes averted; disaster flirted with, Mr./ Mrs. Smith, composite couple; doubling our efforts to keep up, win the cup; get the bowl; satisfy a never-filling hole. Our procedure is to marry; double-feature of our troubled futures; sutures for the wounds inflicted in a psyche so conflicted; we sit for hours and hours hours and hours, paying folks to analyze the guiltiness of flowers. We simply grow, didn’t you know; afraid of what we have created. Frankensteins, so overrated, - tall, but not so unrelated after all.
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