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Constipated (revised)

Mulling about

The muck

The haunts we are hardbound

Foggy fetal leavings by the sea

Right before the light;

The days of purple haze

Of sallow street cars, street lamp,  amped up

Yet dampened loss of desire

Pop another oxy-hydro-fire.

 

To be able

To muck about

With inner abandon

the abandonments deep

Numb battlements   / "Hoorah!"

Semper Fi the pain

Only significant

With derivatives

From ******* plantations

Opioid addiction’s contractually binding

Lingering love notes

A vice grip on idle minds

 

So many now that prey

But with a side affect of

Try holding in your ****

for three-plus days

 

So as not to feel

Not at all

Not even the rage

We keep anxiously pacing

Clawing at

Nonexistent strings

A Beast inside our cage

Forgiven by preacher men

Proclaiming to hallelujah

Change

 

At war with illusionist

Freedom

The boys fight for still

A country of patriotic pill poppers

Believing in heavenly kingdoms'

Healing

Secret silent pleading

Because nothing takes away

The pain

Like Hydro Oxy foxy pills

 

Self medicate down wind of will

If unaffected "consult your physician"

He’s at the edge of the stage

A Spearmint rhino making it rain

For Peaches

From patient list of his *******

The business of lust

Is feeding the loss of will

If you still feel lost -- and war sure did

Give them nothing but

PTSD & bad dreams

Machine gun migraines

Pop another pill

Jagged little killer

Softly knocks you off your feet

Black is cheaper

Smoke out not to feel

 

The muck-about days of

Constipated pains

Reader Digesting heavily,

Numbingly unreal.

 

Casualty of a nameless waste

That’s his deal / what it's like :

Most fecund

A life on the toilet

In wait for relief…

Get off the ***

Can't give a ****

 

Like this bowel movement

His heart has called it quits

To all this unholy *******

Veteran

Patriot

Manhood’s defeat

Damnation

 

Mucking about...

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butch-decatoria
47 / M
Published
Jun 17, 2018
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