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Oct 2012
By staring
I make it blend
It disappears
Into a grey
Filler my brain
Creates to
Take its place
But the light
In the window
Gets stronger
Fills more corners
The birds get
More social
They flutter
And tweet about
Louder each minute
Footsteps on the ceiling
Flooded pipework
Sounds in the walls
The thoughts keep
Racing dude,
They don't disappear
Though they blend
Not quite grey but
Mad colors I guess
It's just my
Eyes having fun
When they're shut,
They have a ball
When they're open
Too, isn't it true
That "this
Whole life is
An hallucination?"
I mean I guess so
Maybe that's
Why it makes
No ******* sense
Or maybe that's
Why parents leave
Kids to die
And why
Wives get beat
Or dogs deprived
I'm fairly
Confident that those
Things aren't necessary
For us to survive
But who could
I be kidding
Without the ****
There's no growth
Fertilizer for humanity
Pieces of filth
That sow seeds of
Contempt within
The homogeneous
So they don't emulate
Living as a ****.
I'm talking to you Manny,
You disgusting pile of
Maggot infested
Skunk guts
Rotting on
Hot tarmac
I can't wait for
The mac's tires
To splatter you.
So little and defenseless.
A monster, at best.
Mike Bergeron
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Mike Bergeron  DC
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