Today
Sadness
Like a blanket of chains
Drags my soul through
The moaning minutes.
Drunken gorillas
Poke their greasy toes
Into my eyeballs
Leveraging my personalities.
Ebbing and flowing
Cries like a taxi
Running through the rain washed street
Of another anonymous rape or murder.
Can you see the me
The free me
The me of one thousand years
The me of one million years
With no makeup I walk
The gods of my mind talk
I finger my brain and its stalk
And generate a hug and a cough.
Copyright © John Rockk-Fiordelisi | Year Posted 2021
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