Thesack
THESACK
Hell is where the heart is
Or used to be,
Or never was.
Torrent Dead Sea.
Splinter life from me
Separate, who says we are free?
One in the bush
two in the sack
Safe from contraction
Sinister attack
Sinistral Assassin
Distraction;
obscenity in this act,
in this life fractured
Cacophony of children
Bowie knife
Misophonic
angry
Demanding action
Chemical attraction
Gin and tonic mixed with crazy
A sharp deflection
An ugly wife
A compounded reflection
A definite maybe
A sterile life.
End.
By Joel R Thornton
December 17th 2014
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