Bera Tremoz

Rookie (01/11/82 - 01/11/2012 / Lebanon)

Old Habits Die Hard - Poem by Bera Tremoz

I'm always stressed.
During times when i don't,
I try to find a way to get off
the bandwagon
and do it all over again,
lash out against the Earth's endless revolutions,
a pretty merry-go-round gone sour,
like brain ashes dropping down a shot glass
of vodka or Bloody Mary.

Things, good things, only happen
in sporadic peaks before
coming down again,
a whole pack of smokes
stuffed in the throat of a
racetrack with grinning ghoul stadiums,
ghoul horses running around
pimples growing ontop wanting lips,
sealing tight the words screeching
for freedom,
enslaved to inspiration
coming aboard a ship of
radioactive sensations,
in the freezing drops of rain
turning into ice caps on a linear road,
going from East to West,
and back to East.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 19, 2006

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