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THE INKBLOT

November 18, 2018

They play soft,

It wakes me.

I awake

At midnight,

Up and down

Until dawn.

 

A headache,

My morning.

Still, music,

Poetry.

She’s singing

Perfectly,

Mother tongue

Is missing.

 

She broke me,

Broken hearts,

Shattered dreams.

Precious jewels,

Crystal’s shined.

 

I pay her,

She cleans up.

Whores in shacks,

There’s true love.

 

Respect him,

Your teacher,

Teaching life.

There’s no more,

No more trust.

 

Jealousy:

I’m guilty.

Around back,

I stared hard.

 

Train platforms,

You vanished.

Right or left,

Right or wrong.

Write a note,

It’s over.

Leave the key,

It’s adieu.

 

I’m relieved,

I escaped

From a hole.

Religion’s

All around.

Believers,

They mock me.

Sanctuaries

Invaded.

Persecute

In my name.

Blasphemy,

Idiots.

Cross yourself,

They fear me.

 

Be afraid,

Holy deaths,

Slit the throats.

Count backwards,

Never leave.

Ends of days,

Ends of time.

 

Sacred prayers,

Listen, boys.

It’s absurd,

Girls, silence.

Sit alone

At the back.

Blonde, glasses,

She’s the one.

 

You’ll be poor,

The pay’s low.

There, I’m rich,

In public.

I figure

Out figures.

The inkblot,

The devil.

 

Don’t judge us,

He’s the king.

He’s guilty,

A coffee?

No. Not here.

 

Still in debt,

On my way.

They sell out,

Take my wealth.

 

Send letters,

No reply.

I recall

Harder times.

They robbed me,

Nothing’s gone.

 

Poorly timed,

No excuse.

Steal my words,

Bitter thoughts.

 

I’m the last,

It’s fatal.

The illness,

Terminal.

 

Normalise,

It’s not me.

Edited

Mysteries.

 

Lost out there

In the woods,

Wilderness.

Wild times,

A moment

In the sun.

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