Having inhaled and digested all things beautiful, delicate and loving in my life,
I belch forth an regurgitate rot, disease and pain.
A howling noxious exhale of such magnitude that circles back
Whips me like a category five hurricane.
Left griping the edge
Hanging by my cracked and bleeding fingernails.
Hanging on to the rest of my
Pathetic self-destructive life.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
"My Karma"
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