The Seedling 3/5/2015
The poison seeds
Are planted
And inevitably
They will multiply
Covering everything
And choking us out.
Gestating, maturing
And hardening
A being within a being
Malignant and resentful.
Infecting everything
As the good try to escape
Sold out, defenseless
Marginal and dead.
Bled dry
With your own razor
Down the tongue
And between your toes.
We have lived
And we have waited
Wasting all our time
Feeling good
And looking away.
But some problems
Do not go away
No matter how far you run
Or what you say.
Either way the party is over
And all we have left
Is the memory
Long dead
And buried away.
Plan for the day
And plan for the night
For the end of the beginning
And the beginning of
Everything.
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