All Used Up
all used up
permanent footprints on my chest and stomach
murky green spit in the middle of my genital area
all bruised up
they won't let me stay and get relief
they take my temporary enjoyment away from me
i am told to get out and stay away
down and out and lonely
spin spin spin goes the world
i have conversations with invisible foggy windows
i have conversations with imaginary friends who do nothing but listen
famished and rather boney
i read the latest library book to keep my mind sane
i keep a pen and a notebook right next to me
got so much (bleep) up (censored) inside my brain
bleeding questions kiss an empty bottle of windex with a dead brown recluse in it
answers like hollow confusion stab the musical crickets till absolute silence
then again, there no need for such violence....for me....i am all....used....up....
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