Looking At Nothing
Blond in a corner
Scab-faced - face-chewer
Insidious narcissist
Asseverates feigns for empathy
Pontificates spiels on sobriety
The carpet stained – the smell of sewer
A seventy dollar catalyst
Being passed – contained in glass
The anticipation is also the allure.
Derail – engage – yell
What twisted place is this?
What sick new sons of Belial?
Dismal – Impetus.
Divine justice is impetuous
When rock bottoms surpass
The abysmal depths of hell.
Regret all past professions
Regretting all you avowal
Become a regret, like the blond in the corner.
Come here, I will show you how.
Copyright © Joel Thornton | Year Posted 2014
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