Karmic Cement
The sky hounds are tracking me down
in the cul-de-sac of social anxiety drive...
Despite covering my tracks in a hot peppered wind...
sticking the heart into a bowl of burning dice
(to cover the scent of predictability)
they've arrived.to bore their way back into the core
pick the scab off every weakness
exposing every soul blemish,
(that crippling, iron face of shyness)
that's chased me through the back alleys of life.
The sky hounds have cornered me again
waving stingers -coming down hard
like an anvil in the night
getting off on the vibe of
my twitching mind.
Years later I'd half-mastered
all those black lessons from the past
kneaded my heart into a flower
dipped the petals in a whorl of lime.
attracting that swarm of hollow iciness
then laughed as their stingers snapped
when the wet cement of karma had dried in their minds.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2021
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