Everything has a breaking point.
Only now my patience is punctured by an ice-pick
that was projected from your hands.
Yes, you are that vice.
Damned me twice because I crossed you like a T.
Concrete bricks immediately weigh down on my haggard shoulders
as I ache into the swampy mind-cipher of disgust.
A hollow thud ricochets between my porcelain ears
Thumpety Thump!
Terrible tympani thunderstorms erupting everywhere
but in your slippery palms around my neck.
Who are you to push me through this eye-hole?
Pin-top pirouette
one leg missing.
Only a stump.
The heart is a pump.
pounding it's rounds like a Gatling gun malfunctioning.
Visceral fluids suctioning my wizened self-effacing spirit.
Supercharged K9 captivations capturing all my frustration
into a fiery ball of molten cobalt expurgating.
My liver and kidneys commiserating.
Why?
I asked my gangly guru rightfully named Dr. Donnie Doubtful.
If he desired, he could candy coat the pain
prancing playfully in my brain.
Yet no, he says you were meant to devilishly deliver the hurt
coursing like a lifeboat on the raging rivers of my arteries and veins
Counter-clockwise
I devour your lies
Was I the narwhale net trapping your tongue twisting trash?
If the sun-king peltered my spine with impunity before you could stab me
with your eyes,
I'd be sucking downBelgium
But I'm not.
I'm sandwiched between your sweaty porcini mushroom palms.
Entombed as some dusty mummy
Like a dummy
Because I crossed you good!
Only now my patience is punctured by an ice-pick
that was projected from your hands.
Yes, you are that vice.
Damned me twice because I crossed you like a T.
Concrete bricks immediately weigh down on my haggard shoulders
as I ache into the swampy mind-cipher of disgust.
A hollow thud ricochets between my porcelain ears
Thumpety Thump!
Terrible tympani thunderstorms erupting everywhere
but in your slippery palms around my neck.
Who are you to push me through this eye-hole?
Pin-top pirouette
one leg missing.
Only a stump.
The heart is a pump.
pounding it's rounds like a Gatling gun malfunctioning.
Visceral fluids suctioning my wizened self-effacing spirit.
Supercharged K9 captivations capturing all my frustration
into a fiery ball of molten cobalt expurgating.
My liver and kidneys commiserating.
Why?
I asked my gangly guru rightfully named Dr. Donnie Doubtful.
If he desired, he could candy coat the pain
prancing playfully in my brain.
Yet no, he says you were meant to devilishly deliver the hurt
coursing like a lifeboat on the raging rivers of my arteries and veins
Counter-clockwise
I devour your lies
Was I the narwhale net trapping your tongue twisting trash?
If the sun-king peltered my spine with impunity before you could stab me
with your eyes,
I'd be sucking down
But I'm not.
I'm sandwiched between your sweaty porcini mushroom palms.
Entombed as some dusty mummy
Like a dummy
Because I crossed you good!
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