Justin Tallman

Rookie (September 4th,1989 / Milwaukee, WI)

A Drunken Rambling About A Current Pyschological State Of Mind - Poem by Justin Tallman

Within the black
buried beneath the crap
all the slanders
all the words
sharpened as daggers
but yet poorly sharpened

I break away from the smell
the dark stench
peel off the scabs
letting skin be smooth
again

No longer digging in dirt
for lies
and no longer
flying high
beyond the clouds
past the blue skies
trying to reach for stars
disbelieving in oxygen

I live in a log cabin
called Earth
and in it's halls
are silly and absurd scenes
of saving damsels in distress
and befriending demons

Breaking the clocks
and building a time machine
defying the text books
loosening the categories

All in all
the summary
The caveman painting
depicted in a long
forgotten cave
begins motion


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 5, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 5, 2013


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