Judge Santiago Burdon

Two Dollar Talisman

I have never professed to know much, although what I do know,
is there’s a distance between want and need, the road is plagued with rain that in time causes your ambition to rust, and your ego to bleed, your hunger doesn’t entitle you admission, to take part in the soul feast, believing no one’s pain is greater than your own, you’ve paid your dues now fate owes you, but you’ve defaulted on the loan.

If ever your want becomes a desire, for someone other than the image reflected in a selfish mirror, then you’re damned to keep counting blessings, always coming up short, feeling cheated out of what was never yours.

Still you ask why your prayers go unanswered, self indulgent wishes are ignored, worshiping the two dollar Talisman, bought at the thrift store, it has exhausted any cosmic goodwill it never had before, turns out to be just another poor choice, as a last resort. if a line between right and wrong ever existed, you snorted it long ago, and conscience you considered an encumbrance, was shedd in liability’s shadow.

I’ve lived in the underbelly of an existence, the reward for addiction and a troubled mind,
been to places where Jesus was afraid to visit, acting on some drug’s bad advice, I learned the less I wanted, the more I understood what it is I need, it rains diamonds on Neptune, and there’s blue sunsets on Mars, but what do I know,
I’m just an imitation of me.

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