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Drill a thousand holes
variables. intent. focus. the very first enters in and i am losing the other two. so i
force it, the square peg in the round
i'm so same. same program keeps running the same. same time keeps thickening pace the
same. same channel same
achieve one of life's greatest accomplishments. open and recieve a golden ticket.
passport to the whirlpool, feet in concrete cerulean buckets.
and so i drill a thousand holes
do i know that i am alive? certainly. but where beauty crosses the path the blindness
begins. a dark target. and another hole is made
overthinking. inhaling too much water. i cough and it comes up black. flakes of burnt
orange glint, the rust overcoming my lungs. and i drill
no sign of light, yet shadows emerge. soaking up the blood with white bread, waiting for
hope to show its head so i can cut it off. don't give it to me if i can't have it.
and the pain becomes redundant.
vision slighted. years of waiting....and all my people caught in tangled angles.
communicating becomes like an alchemy problem. sulfur
yellow and red beam from other holes, briefly. slightly, shots of paint thinner douse the
hot lights, slightly. in still other places the pitch burns brightly. drilling
innovative. a new design on soul atrophy. the paradigm shifts and revolves into new empty
holes, secret holes that you can't come back from.
resolve no longer an issue.
depth, a concern for the weak.
solidarity in the shallow end.
genes rage against the change.
the drilling, done, filling the holes with
plastic.
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stop
blee
ding.
I am 34. I am single. 1991 was a good year for me.
I like to write what I read and really have nothing
Cute or killer to say in this bio. My name is jerry
And I live in Washington state. In the desert part.
Influences include: eliot, burroughs, Dylan Thomas,
Cummings, bukowski, and mental illness, just like everyone here.
