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Walking Jagged

And reaching a point,
To walk back-
My lips are on fire.
A sweet breathing utensil;
Screaming 'Danger! '.
So I decide to look away.
And on tiptoes I wander,
To the other estate.
Goddamn it smells like home!
That scent,
Fills the air of a chained up dog.
Out the front,
Asleep as its' spores fill the air.
And hours ago,
I surely know.
That it tried to break free.
The chains held it steady.
And its' squeaky toy frantically,
Tried to calm it-
Lies dormant.
Near it.
Let sleeping dogs lie,
The antidepressants sing,
A 20 mg dream!
And back to the shrubbery,
The greenery of a waste disposal.
Too close to the herd,
And too far.

Developing an inbuilt,
Backpack of baggage.
You make me chase the thrill,
But with him,
I'm popping pills.
It aint any better,
Picking the pleasure,
Or the pain.
Stuck between a rock,
And a hard place.
As I'm climbing the mountain.
Hoping at least the view's pretty,
There's gotta be something better.
Maybe I'll know tomorrow.
As I start walking jagged,
Hoping I don't hit a point.
Monday, July 15, 2013
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