Tilt
...its payback time
for reckless meanderings of youth
laughter at another's expense
all mouth and no ears punk
now a pinball called karma
flashes a tilt sign inside my head...
a favorite hobby was banging heart strings
until their heart chambers bled
now mine is liquifying
into a reservoir of regret..
its payback time
for poisons once poured into
this temple of flesh
self inflicted
now its beginning to be a struggle
to recall
to walk
to think is to produce fog
life is thickening
around the petals of time
its payback time
i once prayed for solitude
to escape from desperate masses
this bait ball called living
now as my circle steadily shrinks
i wonder what i was thinking
dying alone is a disease of its own
alone is just beyond the blood horizon
a couple of ticks until midnight
the bait ball whittled to one
its payback time
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2021
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