A Poem From Mud Poetry By Doug Jackson

A Poem From Mud Poetry By Doug Jackson elegy

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And with a gust of defeat; the future seems familiar. Has the oneness forgotten about me? The interconnectedness of futile
Embellishments followed by straights of garbage, lack-luster trash, soul-less sirens of shit-laced spines, irrelevance, trains without brakes. Exposure, death, the great big cosmic boot, the joke, the parasitic existentialism, the unforgiving wooden coffin, laced with regret. I should have.
I should have ordered two drinks, the bartender has disappeared.
And with a gust of angst I can feel myself ready to break at any moment. Familiar faces, now unfamiliar, rather suiting to the earlier assessment.
Predisposed hatred. Nervousness.
The disappointment of the expected sting, still lingers.

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