though seasons passed
I never learnt
how to stop
the same old history
from repeating
yet again
the same old mess,
the same old stories,
and tragedies
played out yet again
pretend that it's not happening,
but it is and it will
battered and bruised
against the shore,
the steaks are more bloody and raw
this time around
around around around around
the freakshow circus unreality
denial disaster disorder dissociation
wrong spelling wrong format wrong formula wrong chemical
turn the page burn the eyes centre stage lost your brain
gone insane never wake from night mare people consume their opiates
22/6/09
About Me
- dissident poetician
- i am the dissident poetician...i tear down fences with sardonic sardines and metaphysical cucumbers
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