i'll throw my gun into the sea
let any troubles be swallowed
by the hungry mouth of ambiguity
never will i speak to you my dearest friend
try not to say: 'let me entertain you,
let me make you smile'
with you, everyday is an encounter with purgatory
redeeming my soul from dark cherubim
removing nails, thumbtacks and tridents
out from my back
crawling against the magnified dictionary
of issues, dilemmas and pain
they are
all, in big caps:
R
O
T
i've thrown my gun into the sea
detaching the cold metal
from my head
vomiting what's construed
and run towards sobriety
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