first light of morning how uninspiring wish I dug you up with my lips then with my teeth and finally licked you clean with my tongue instead, I turn to the other side, pull blanket over my head, disappear. Copyright © Tomic Riter. All rights reserved.
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enters the evening with a couple of old songs wind fills the vacuum as I wait for my place in the operation theatre I have learnt it the hard way I cannot control the passage of time nor can I have more of it sooner or later I'll be gone I share with the wretched world but only my own wretchedness the very silence that would put me to sleep now comes to me to chop me into pieces I am not yet ready to take the big knife through my gut how far is the end if there's any to all of this. Copyright © Tomic Riter. All rights reserved.
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the trick is to leave the poem alone, make it an orphan by choice the trick is to treat a poem like an open wound left to rot on some maniac's thighs held captive in a abandoned asylum and finally, you come around to it after days, maybe weeks or months or just a minute later and you put a full stop. Copyright © Tomic Riter. All rights reserved.
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the fruits of time ripen before time begin to rot I am a witness of the decay each evening I return home devil has laid its hands on my appendix and my bladder, ripping them out there's blood on devil's hands and pain in my eyes and painkilling pills clenched between my teeth it's an otherwise pleasant sunny morning my dining hall filled with putrid smell of garbage the places I have never been to, do they miss my presence? fortunate anyways. Copyright © Tomic Riter. All rights reserved.
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waiting again the only task harder than waiting is to wait all over again it's like my life is jumping from one wait to the next I am a patient animal wounded but patient nothing in my wounds is personal I am a vagabond caught in the crossfire minutes fly out of my wretched life like bats high on helium as I savour, alone, all the ache in my spine. Copyright © Tomic Riter. All rights reserved.
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alone immersed in after-dark thoughts time flew like bullets putting in me a thousand holes my blood out of me, down the staircase down the drainpipes seeping out through the door right into the tree-roots, into the buried filth I see rot all around sitting without a hair on me what monster will I be tomorrow morning? I have a whole night to dream about it. Copyright © Tomic Riter. All rights reserved.
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woke up got up from the bed took a dump wore my shorts and my t-shirt drove out to the tea stall at the corner parked my bike, sat there on a plastic chair sat kept sitting while the old woman ruffled through the fresh stock of cookies and candies and whatever kept sitting and watching 'What do you want?' she asked she had to ask What do I want? an interesting question, but how will I know 'A cup of tea' I told her and while she walked inside to cook tea, I got up at once and drove back to my home. Copyright © Tomic Riter. All rights reserved.
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I had been away but I hadn't gone anywhere I get paid once every month, what a failure considering I have to live each day, every minute I do not wish for problems that I cannot solve I have solved many by being patient the ones I couldn't solve, needless to say, they have ruined me it's a day sad in appearance - leaves falling, neighbourhood noises, screams of a cat, a gathering sky above I had been away and I was here, boxed in red and darkness, pushing past midnights on the nights I shouldn't have been alive. Copyright © Tomic Riter. All rights reserved.
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