Seventy-two, thirty-five, twenty-two.
So many numbers, so many
days have gone by.
It is hard to keep track of so many
friends and symbols;
Codes and violations.
Sorry Mr.Martin,
your fingernails long and sickening.
There is no room here
for your little one
and his broken down, beat up,
scratched, sour junk.
Come back when the sun
is shining and the heat
is unbearable.
Smile and sign this
yellowed parchment.
Paint a grin on my
dull, pale face.
Flow into my mind again,
siren of the hours,
Queen of deception,
matriarch of my own destruction.
In waning light,
I saw a smile, heard a voice,
strange and inviting.
Now, an inconvenient guest
to a paranoid and cold host.
What can I say, but
Hello, destroy me now.
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