10.9.21


what happenedhappens to you when you brokebreak the law of your own words

   your   own   words


there are no words  are there
                              arethere

 

cross yourself an there aint a soul you wouldnt
                                                  thats facile thats unremarkably True 


people who crossed themselves intrigued him
                                                for anyall reasons that percolate out of their mouths 

making excuses for the inexcusable they torture reason
                                                           he couldnt imaginedespite his florid ability to imagine  how uglydesperatedespicable reason tortured looks
                                                  savaged  heaped in a corner  its torturerowner refusing to look at it  their back to itCan I go?
NO
    Yare not going anywhere   he watched  let the oooze seep to their instepCan I go?

NO it hadnt slickered their boots 

Can I go?
           Mother may I


You listening to me 
they nod

Ill give you three steps
                             Noow    GO they slippedwent down on their face  three steps bought them nothing
the horror marling their faces  priceless hed run their expressions over and over in his mind  utterly priceless  he didnt understand how they thought they could run from themselves
                                                                    he was their conscience  their enforcer
   Yes Virginia GinnyJimmy  there is a Santa Claus
                                                                     who brings you what you richly deserve

not a fucking clue,  Friday,  14  4. 17
2320, Thursday,  9  9. 21

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