beast of burden with the little intricacies
beat the warden, written incoherencies
drawing my attention;; grab and grasp
moan and gasp
will she ever really be free?
will she ever run to me?
my mouth dries to think of her
and, and
with every blistered gum
with every swollen joint
i lie in bed awake and wait
grinding my teeth
to this joke of fate
~don't call me a junkie,
I'm no man's monkey
~don't call me a junkie,
I'm no man's monkey
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