Gord

2025-06-18 03:16 am

Fist, upon brickwork, in repetition,
My impression is the stigma persists,
It's an effect of my symptoms...

In reminiscence, problems were clear,
Upon a cliff, above the tar pits,
I think of a picture with scribbles on it,
It's funny, small things, in the end,
Even left in place, I would jump to my death.

Vodka Tonic, Kalamata olive,
My impression is the addiction persists, 
It's effectively my existence.