It Comes and Goes
hell comes and goes
it slips behind a thought
then
that high sprung
jack-in-the box
that grin on a spring
jumps out
i fall sick of myself
self-awareness leaks
out of a cosmic butt
it happens
you never see the trapdoor roof
of the box looming
trembling
it is then that i pray and cuss
cuss and pray
I should chase down the devil
pin him down
rip off his clown face
tell him
ever so gently
to stop bloody well
being
me
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