Little Black Boxes I
Drunk and insane
feeling my pain
sharp sweet
I sleep and try
to keep my thoughts
in nice neat places
proper and complete
propped up in little black boxes
know them like the drugs
they are; toxic
I feel all my life’s pain
sharp sweet erotic
I bleed to myself
I hate my sight
I feel tight
I need a drink
drunk and insane;
something neurotic
never feeling the delicate rain
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