when there is nothing
the hand opens towards life.
alms of contrition.
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hobbled life
my own sadism
yearns for life’s masochism.
nasty, brutish, short.
cutting teeth
the smiling faces
hide razor sharp biting teeth.
cheshire’s are grinning.
delirium dreaming
pipe of hope opium.
why can i not put you down?
delirium dreaming.
toil boil and roil
the sun yawns and sleeps.
indifferent to the slight hopes
of dullards toiling.
drinking dregs
i sip at my cup.
the bitter taste of defeat
black on chat’ring lips.