bowel obstructions (and other family roadwork)

I feel the weight of the weird

and the strength of sad weaklings

as I crawl through the alleys

of childhood dreams.

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I arise to the noises

of garbagemen retching

and I yearn to be trashed

until numb to the numbskull I've been and become.

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Yesterday's misery

is mailed to tomorrow

as time disappoints me

once and again.

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I'm malaise bloomed incarnate

in Kafkaesque shit storms,

drenched in digestion

of booze battered lineage.

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I'm swamped in the ethos

of failed adolescence,

bathed in the strychnine

of putting up appearances.

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I'm the muck that I'm stuck in,

cut on shiny shards of family

through the deep shag of sick

and the avocado bygones

of disco sad psychosis,

shot past present tenses

that haunt all my tomorrows

like an out of style spectre

cursed with everlasting shame.