Friday, March 22, 2013

Spin Cycle

The demons I spoke of are punks
in comparison to the demons of others I have met
wanksters, really.

But they make me see and hear the
faces and voices of my children
when I close my eyes to sleep

There they are stranded, distressed
and I am labeled absent, negligent

I do not know in which direction to
take my next step, but I step anyway
and break things, fall through the ice.

My time is consumed
not really spent
but burned

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