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Mistakes (changed, but unfinished...please critique, comment,...if you want

Posted to Action Poetry

I love letting mistakes warp me into
a circiling satellite with serpentine trails

and scary long fingers with dirty curled nails

and bus rider eyes with a murder glazed gaze
the look of a dog who's been dying for days

and a tightly wound smile with dirty black teeth
and a whore killing wallet - worn, thin and weak
a dead cow in my pocket screams starvation of weeks
And a saintly limp handshake that's modest and meak

A hard drinking bucket of puke and debris
a hellfire bound soul damned to the street
and a mind that's awake when the world falls asleep

And Ashes that dig a grave in my lungs
And a thick purple pulsating numb toxin tongue