A Continuation of Lost Thoughts

A collection of thoughts captured from my mind and vividly displayed on screen in poem form.

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Location: Newburgh, Indiana, United States

I'm a 29 year-old wannabe writer, who enjoys a good dream. I'm also a big proponent of drinking liquid magic shell. My taste buds are partial to caramel, but any ol' flavor will do.

Saturday, December 27, 2008

The Wrongdoing

He was premium light lager -
Brewing in the confines of my mind.
I stole him from refrigeration
With a muggy headiness looming…
Better to take than smear salt

Into the burn - that would hurt
Like a cat scratch, and linger, like
A faint wail in a Hitchcock matinee.
I can’t justify the Miserere.
It doesn’t taste like beer because

It’s ancient, like Mother Teresa.
That’s my excuse, I say before
You feel the incinerating burn.
A perspective on deep dark sins
Requires a placating grip on

The reality of the world -
It’s raped time like an unwrapped
Gift, given to you on the 25th,
Only for you to spout it up, allowing
The insides to settle in remorse.