My Mind
My mind
I think
or maybe myself
my soul
a friend
that sits on the shelf
He talks to me
quiet
in small simple terms
I listen sometimes
but never do learn
he seems so wise
with years
time
I listen to flavor
the wandering mind
he thinks
yes
no
stop
he counts up my blessings
winds up a clock
he seems so wise
but fool to such things
as longing
pain
sex
strings
so much beyond
not touched by the lies
he talks to me angry
bitter
and kind
plunders my fortune
enables my spine
drinks of the fruit
drunken in wine
sees to the future
truth
shine
darkens my door
sees when I’m blind
encourages sin
then torches my soul
with
shadrack
meshack
and abendego
lures me in
arouses my deep
seeded lust
to bite in my teeth
Look what you’ve done!
you naked shame
the life be damned
that gave us our name!
burn burn
you innocent fellow!
your week in your age
soft
mellow
He shows me a sky
sunset on field
nudges my breast
slow
yield
wanting it all
sin and taste
curses the God
that built me this place
Chained
maybe
from innocent crimes
my self
my love
my hate
my mind
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