like spinning plates or pulling teeth.
the long arm of the law reaches out across
the sea to punch me in the jaw
until i bleed
red into this great blue ocean
creating purple swirls
speckled with salt
and glistening in the light of the moon
not a moment too soon
gestalt therapy and an agressive shrink
convinces me that everything has been
my fault
and a priest brings me to my knees
to confess the sin of not confessing
...go to hell!
i’ll meet you there.
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