angst cycle (iii)
[e] (i)

that bloody ghost
is yowling in my head again
i thought i told it to fuck off
i did
the damned insanity

there really is
no fucking point in this

no doubt
there’s some reason
it’s decided
to come visiting again

like a coconut
rising from the seabed

fucking clicé
is all it deserves

probably a year later
from something
a year ago

it can fuck off

i think i shall
swat it
with music
something automaton
take myself to peaceful patterns

it can nag
like a blowfly
that’s just left
the shit
i’m not fucking
doing a thing
that was an evil poison

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