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Click hereE cigarettes and unleaded coffee
Definitely wont cut it
Give the suicidal mix
My body craves to waken
Sure the morning comes
Arrives with boring repetition
Following a night disturbed
By pernicious pangs and pain
Plans
Carefully noted tasks that need performing
None
Pleasures
Events to bring a curl to straight edge lips
Unlikely
Hunger
The desire for nourishment of physique and mind
Extinguished
The flames so brightly burning once
Now guttered by uncaring nonchalance
Too much trouble to rekindle
When all that will follow is duty
Responsibility for upkeep
Thats sometimes too much trouble
And after all its not My fault
Your world is shitty
And collapsing inwards
Like a sodden cardboard box
In some pee stained doorway
Due for demolition
Beware of raggedy men
That seem fun and interesting
They complicate
Suck space and time from your life
Fill quiet moments with drama and tragedy
Running always running
Towards an end that waits patiently
Mouth open and teeth sharpened
I like a lot in this poem. I do however find myself more than a bit lost. The lack of punctuation (fair enough) leaves me intellectually challenged and unsure how the verses hang together. Not saying there is not a thread, merely that it eludes me in places.
I love the metaphor of the soggy cardboard box and how you build on it.
I really, really like the last verse, which seems to stand alone as a poem - one that I suspect a good fair few of the female readers and writers in the Literotica poetry hubs would drink to.