Mute With Tourettes
Cancel my subscription to laughter
these tropical blue waves of beauty
have broken coral castles by my shore
i wish i could smile while you eat me
and my heart upon the surf of flotsam
and jetsam yea while i am awake
dug your treasure chest of wonderful gifts
from your cage of ribs and found the fetus
called me -- oh no how wonderful crying
dying babies are when aborted
lighten voices puke dead light
the skull a pan for frying thoughts
lying in bed
lying in thoughts
a mute with Tourette's
(tore it)
and now i am gone.
:: 12.10.2020 ::
Copyright © Ernest Robles | Year Posted 2020
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