Airmail

Hoard your feelings

in this mouldy cardboard box.

Wrap them shut

with a cow’s intestines;

add its leather as a label

and send to Madagascar

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where the lemurs can chew,

claw at the memories

and scents and tastes, devouring

your emotions until the pain

fades

away.

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Does Insanity Cause Creativity

Or does creativity cause insanity?
Our wandering

mind 

lusts for gems,

jewels, poetic gold-dust.

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We crawl through the tunnels,

the warrens, the burrows;

smothered and swallowed

by horrors a-plenty.

Drowing in visions

of murder and rape,

Swimming against currents

frothing with blood;

engulfed in a hurricane

of tears from all victims.

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Cannot contain, cannot ignore.

Our knees buckle, we crumble

until we dare hold our pen.

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Caus-Tic (Part II)

Stashed down deep

in the bowels of my mind

memories ooze,

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seep,

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trickle,

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disturb this sunny day

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And so it starts again,

this daily chore of pretence

as i leap and bound and cad:

A puppet show of joy

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Yet closer still i sense a fissure

spreading through my soul

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Its dam will burst.  A tsunami

smothering

my smile.

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The strings will sag

as on bended knees

I crumble,

crying,

completely spent.

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