PoeticMayheim

12/29/06 2times

Times change, but people don't
forget about situations strained and forever stained
with pain inside the deepest crevasses of the brain;
creamy as jurgens
sweat as brown sugar, but dull like an old rusty sword
garnished is the soul of those exposed to schemes and
diabolical plots; the tic of the hands of time combine
to intertwine with metaphorical phrases caught up inside
metaphysical phases stuck in catastrophic stages
neglected rages and regretted cages
cells without a block locked for suggesting to
shoot back at crooked cops, stuck in the pen
five to ten unable to change time but it
always comes back at least twice a day




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