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Mitchell
Poems
Sep 2011
Losing the Key
Even the key
Gets lost
And you forget
Who
You
Are
The eyes start to shift in the their sockets
The skin becomes moist
And your soul
Has flown from your now limp body
How quick it knows
When to escape
A burning
Sinking ship
Hesitation in her voice
Leaves my conscious
Pounding the ground
For some form of a fix
When I get broken
I look for liquid glue
I search for
Smoky
Dark
Howling holes of the hungry
When I am broken
I fix myself
With the things
You are not
Supposed to
How did I get this way?
Who am I within this decaying body?
Who put this boney cracked skull,
Around this pulsing bleeding brain?
I cannot sleep
I cannot see
I do not believe that this is really
Happening
It is just too cruel
Madder then a bloodied rabid hare
Chewing on the innards
Of a newly appointed
Movie star
(Their take is their worth)
The ego dances
With their genitalia for all to see
For they have no reason
To feel shamed in ecstasy
In more ways then one
Earth has become
Its own twisted version
Of heaven
Who knew
It would be so
Unjust
and
Unholy
Written by
Mitchell
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