Cured Poem by Allan James Saywell

Cured



When i saw you last
Your emptiness was just a face
A reflection in a pane of glass
Your voice was distant
And like a violin gently wept
The train of life arrived
As i kissed your shadow
And rode the milk train all the way home
Youth sat on my shoulder like a monkey
The air licked my face like a French lolipop
The darkness ate at my soul
I fell into a black hole
My sedative was a bottle of rum
And a little pink pill for birth control
Though its, impossible to have sex while unconscious
When i awoke Satan was sitting on my chest smoking a joint
He said, your cured

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