Smoke and Mirrors
*consider yourself warned: you’re standing dead center.
dead center like an addict
sucking, dazed and powerless to turn away.
my words may hit like a magic fucking bullet
and just might take off your head, if you let them.
i spit acid.
shrill passages do not assuage the burn…
virgins of discourse devoured and spat out…
yet you walk mundane days treading, secretly, [...]
