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Crash

a slam poem

This place sucks
But not ‘cause it’s this place
It’s not geographically based
It’s more vicinity
‘Cause all in my proximity
Just sucks.

I guess it’s me
‘Cause everywhere I go
All under my long shadow
Is dropped into despair
Beyond all hope, in disrepair
And I can’t flee.

A Midas touch
Except it’s in reverse
And all I touch is made perverse
A pustule-ridden sore
A sticky crusty theater floor
It’s all too much.

I can’t escape
It’s just as I say
I just can’t seem to get away
The walls are closing in
I wish my flaw was rum or gin–
Fermented grape.

I know this place
It’s me, it’s in my heart
It’s my soul falling apart
And I just can’t breathe
‘Cause down inside I really seethe
Boiling in disgrace.

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