blogging, poetry, thoughts, Uncategorized

Throat, stuck

I walk I don’t talk

I fuck with a million tucks

of passion in my

Throat, stuck

A stroke of luck

No, work

Work it until it stops

A billion cuts of hard

shards

down that long hole

I just can’t roll

with that punch

Throw up my lunch

Eat again

Feasting on a hunch

That no one will ever

give up

their own, personal judge

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