in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
recorded July sixth nineteen sixty
upon birth of she who doggedly
pursued me to the ends of the earth
and what not take no as an answer.

Unbeknownst to yours truly
a baby girl got born
sixty three years from aforementioned date;
she automatically triggered
excited buzzfeeding murmurs
heard amidst the madding crowd
patiently awaiting to secure their eats
at none other than Horn & Hardart
offering their house special,
albeit free of charge;

It seems I'm incapable of dying or living,
Fought the lies, now back at the beginning.
In pain in the present, head stuck in the past,
Still endlessly hoping the torment will not last.

Sleepless nights follow lonesome, empty days
still trying to stand by the promises we made.
I miss you, but wonder if we are still the same,
Words so full of hate, battles so full of blame.

Once upon a time, when men were gods
Their annoyance was like thunderstorm
There was hen-night but not for the gods
They’re the liege thread-worms in her heart
And pedantically keen on the archaic art to give her anaesthetic dose.

They’re known for punishing offenders
Without rewarding obedience
And cared not for her progress
They killed, maimed and impoverished her
Without rewarding her devotions
She offered fowls, goats, and rams
But gave her nothing
Except the power to undo her fellow.

The other side of my shadow,

a demon peeking around the corner,

I took a walk in the meadow,

feeling like inside possessed by a foreigner,

now its time to crawl down from the hill,

a new mountain with a higher summit,

on a search for something to fill,

30,000 feet in a plane about to plummet,

I cant feel time itself, its still,

background radiation in my soul,

she told me put it down, fill that hole,

getting enraged and out of control,

my demons mock me when I try,