The Misery And The Pain Poem by Martin Lochner

remembering
those loony tune evenings
when your sour drink
vinegar mouth
hit the pang
vibrating my very mangled self
telling me by the way
my conception blasted
your cream soda teenage hopes
more than recreation
running to drop
mothers Frankenstein
exerting a pumping heart
over revving panting breath
and muscles burning
trying to self destruct in flight
but gloriously every organ glow
inside me
a flickering dynamo light
of a messed up life
unable to break…..break down
not dying because you wished it so