Ear wax
a residue
are you listening
intently?
word affected,
infection!
don't drive it in...
we beg you,
through a heart
'hair thrown back',
what's next?
you can't sit there
like that, pretend
that self extinction
is counter productive
make more room
space to breathe
I couldn't last night,
had a lung attack,
the air nowhere,
maybe the atmosphere,
worried for a snap
along the coast road,
this is it - maybe,
as simple & cool
as a Fox's glacial mint,
in the glove compartment,
my body wrapper
lying slightly crumpled,
done with,
sucked out!
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