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Dec 2020
I usually medicate
put a bandage
on my deepest
wound

wrap it up in
until my bodies
covered

like circling crows
flying above
my vacant
decaying body

Now so hollow

during a endless
desert summer
mirage

my minds
an emergency
firetruck
on red alert now

walking miles
on and on

to catch that always
distant black pond


Typically caffeines
my impulsive
fix of the day
trickle it through
the cracks
of floorboards
im a prisoner
directly under
every drip
that lands on my tongue

resets the
tiny numbers
spin the briefcase
dials

like a
ticking time
bomb
the squad can barely
manage it

they constantly in fear they will
clip the wrong wire

an explosion suddenly
goes off

a 3rd world
country gets
the worst of it

a mushroom
cloud slowly expands

getting fed from
all of my disruptive
thoughts

reaches
little kids playing
hopscotch

a mother
breastfeeding
her newborn

a merchant
selling the last
of fruit its his
best day

Yet im across the world
and I can barely get out
of bed

political sticker still falsely
states we're the greatest
colony

brew up my
second dose

continue to
comatose

maybe the war
will finally end
Off a new album I wrote the past months.
Dean Chittenden
Written by
Dean Chittenden  Michigan
(Michigan)   
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