sven (unfinish)

Nine shitty poems.

I'm vomiting karma

On your living room carpet

You're standing there staring

As I'm down on the ground

Your eyes open wide more

With each dry heave I leave

The noise inside of your ear

Drumming, running extensive

Reports clicking through your all knowing,

All feeling,

Bewildered self.

I'm smashing the mirrors

Passed down through your family

With a hammer I have

that was passed through my own

The luck I receive isn't good no,

It's bad

The old superstitions true

Some know not what they've had

Til it's smashed and it's gone

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