No Longer A Tasty Bag Of Chips

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
taken from my book, "Suspended In Suspense"

Submitted: June 17, 2015

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Submitted: June 17, 2015



No Longer A Tasty Bag Of Chips


It gave me no meaning

The falling Kremlin

Hits me like a sidewall on a potato

Thee evening stretches into the dark

As fast waves

Sprinkle the lime from muddy waters

Too lukewarm to do any harm

But seem to stick to me

__like a bucket full of rain water

____that's been poured all over me

If I scream out the words

__of my bloody panic

What will I gain?

Trumpets blast the profanic

Ever know what is right

__to begin with?

I believe my brain

__is smashed to pieces

It's smashed to pieces

Where ever I am

I go nowhere

__as I'm running away without it

Why should I land

__anywhere in the depths of success?

There is no story told

How the Hell does fire

__ever turn cold

____if it can't be put out?

It just keeps burning the mold

Corrosion is creeping in

The bad words are singing to me

But, "nobody knows"

I keep the secret pretty locked up

Even though I like to be open

Pale sickness

Wait on cleaning dishes

And the flames melt my eyes away

But if I let the rain sting me

The heat of the moment

__will be gone

And where does that leave me?

Alone to be pissed off in my grief

If I only spend nights

__holding a pillow

I head on out of the shadows

Not seeing the light come to me

__in thee end

Some of the things that can never be said

__prop me up in my own emotions

Now I'm leaving on the table

__the love potion that didn't work

When warmth is lost

All will be gone

All will be a waste

I will be gone

Because I lived this way



D. L. Cannon

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