Expired Luck

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
taken from my book, "Rumble In The Mind!"

Submitted: February 15, 2019

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Submitted: February 15, 2019



Expired Luck


If a lady can't be a whore

I'll never fuck again anymore

And if a whore can't be a lady

I'll never be with any one again

As the tools to fix my head

I start to discover

And cry myself to death

And begin to suffer self destruction

As everything in my life

Blows up in my face

Only "insanity"

I have to blame for

"Never gettin' it on anymore"

And only "never gettin' it on anymore"

Do I have to blame for

My "insanity"

An endless cycle

Of Helplessness-Hoplelessness Syndrome

Taking over

And taking charge of my life

When will these chains be broken?

When will I be set free?

Nothing is explainable to me

Just an endless sorrow

Fallowing me

Everywhere I go

As my heart weeps and moans

And my brain knows no way

To regain it's former control

I used to be able

To have love

And be loved

Where did all the women go?

I just don't understand my brain

Not these days

Nothing's fixed

Everything is broken

Do you know when hatred stops?

Because I do not know

Thee orange juice perfume

__spills itself

____on The Daily Show's opening act

Coming up very soon

Nailed like a so-called "loser"

__to a cross

And burned

Because I could not prove my worth

As invisible as a text alert on my 'phone

With no text to show

I'll wrap my heart around a blender

And serve up some tuna whip

Until the cows turn themselves inside out

Lost without a "know-how"


01-31-'19 #3

D. L. Cannon

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