DEMONS
I LAY DOWN WITH MY DEMONS
PastPresentFuture exist as one You know this
though the calendar has been invented to prevent it
You are ever so eager to have a past until you don’t
In fact you’ll take anything they give you won’t you?
Before 9 nothing can make you mortal For a brief season
it is all yours you may even be bored You don’t know enough
to take the genuine thing in your teeth & hold it fast makeitlast
What if life’s not a river but a fatted calf? What if it’s an oath?
What if the first voice will be the last voice you will hear?
What if you are secretly in love with everyone who you grew up with?
FUHCK
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POSTSCRIPT
Now that you are cured you have a life and somuchmore
Someday they will harvest this madness and sell it in bottles
stamped: Kosher
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God looks on me and I am terrified He makes the incubus
descend on me Before he knows it there I am in his lap I
pull on his white beard He throws me the ball of the world
I throw it back Adelia Prado Baggage 1976
Late Summer 2014
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