In scope of a straw my life is the ocean;
in sight of each sip the aftertaste of last.
I torment myself, retain your judgment.
Forever abject in some enclosed circle.
So imposed with blindness that you make;
and obstinate beyond my wake,
I must change but that’s regardless.
Piss me back out.
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Author, blogger, painter, poet, schizophrenic, vitamin salesman. There's a shadow person living in my head is something I believe. Fiction. Digital art. Smalltime jobs. I do all these things. Bad biology is a lie. God is a robot. View all posts by Luke Meyer
