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IS IT EVER SIMPLE --COLD TURKEY

here they dance again
all my Cold turkey friends
insane achesΒ 
crippled unwanted dates
rushing China kings
locked doors
shrouds drawn closed

never know such endless night
crawling back into the womb
railway scratched tracks
i want to bleed myself dry
screaming impatient impaled hours

collapsing kingdoms pour from insides
melting veins trying to flee and fly
this prescribed hell
effective smile

3 am third day in
dont need to explain
floating outer-body wishes
scalpels rip away the time as it pleads
this filthy dirty way to leave

Cold Turkey
shed the skin
pile the layers in the graves already pledged

shivers into nightly daily sweats
vomit strewn carpets ,
where poets fell and slept
frustrated AngelsΒ 
wretched wing
Cold Turkey
timeless from the echo
cold turkey
ripped in the flesh of regret

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terry terri ZO

thanks unfortunately from experience-still reading your last work should win contestΒ 
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terry terri ZO

Well that should win---Β  i believe poetry should bleed across the page -anyway its won ist place in these eyes

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