Thanks For The Answer

I was the first awake/ to those who see contempt/ in a cold blue hell/ they admonish me at the train exit./ I’m awake because they owe me./I wonder if I scratch an itch, will I seethe disenchanted /scarred veteran of comic wars /drunk on milk in blue jars. Sloth once ruled me/ with its’ transient candy/ it finds dreams enough/ concealed in floorboards discovered in terrific Octobers/ Sugar growls in our veins,/ they flow with blood to hands/ stuck immaculate in sacks like pitchforks/ Rainbow glow of incandescent lights/ from cars oncoming. /They transmit deadly news/I tire of hearing about dying/ it might pillage the sand of its’ secrets.

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