chalk lines of bodies in the schoolyard i feel like an old whore out of luck out of time out of any useful thoughts needed for what this world has become broken rainbows chalk lines of bodies in the schoolyard the first hit is for the pain next is the chase for the elusive dream that brings relief the poor are more likely to die from attrition yet it is easier to swallow that we're all junkies wastes of flesh the excuse for the rich to get away with never paying taxes we'll go dancing under the bridge near the great river with any bit of life left we'll slip into the cold water of tomorrow and never be heard from again ------------------------------------------------------------------ three or four days later i remember dreams when i was younger and i always had a woman by my side some tantalizing muse that would whisper the most evil shit in my ear to make me laugh and we would write and paint and drink until the sun came up three or four days later and every time i thought i found that dream woman something always got in the way be it life be it my fragile ego be it the inability to ever be good enough for something other than my hand the nights i drink myself to sleep increase with every passing year eventually, the clock will run out
That last poem really hits it out of the park.
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