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the depression suit

much more than a winter suit 

this one has layers

deep as the whaling ocean

this suit's caked with dust of past lives

steel shards pinch

deep in it's crevices 

it's dirt would choke

a stable of horses

it's herringbone and plaid

it's mismatched

an eyesore

it wears me

i slip out of it before i sleep

but the mornings

have me suited right back

in my cloak of hanging years

it's not one suit

it's 400 worn at once

it hinders  agility

a dismal ticker tape parade

heavily trodden

an iron float

it rolls through puddles

soaking up soot and dog shit

it bellows

it feels like home

this fucking thing 

if i could get it off

if i could get it off

i'd put it back on

i'd wear it to the slaughter

and free all the slaves

If it's true a rich man leads a sad life That's what they say, from day to day Then what do the poor do with their lives? On judgment day, with nothin' to say? I've been beat up, I've been thrown Out But I'm not down, Oh I'm not down I've been shown up, but I've grown up And I'm not down, Oh I'm not down On my own I faced a gang of jeering In strange streets When my nerves were pumping out I Fought my fear in, I didn't run I was not done I've been beat up, I've been thrown Out But I'm not down, No I'm not down I've been shown up, but I've grown up And I'm not down, No I'm not down So I have lived, that kind of day When none of your sorrows will go away Go down and down and hit the floor Down and down and down some more Depression But I know, there'll be some way When I can swing everything back my way Like skyscrapers, rising up Floor by floor, I'm not giving up So you rock around and think that You're the toughest In the world, the whole wide world But you're streets away from where It gets the roughest You ain't been there

poem

There must be a rose of a girl

for my heart to surrender to.

for it's beaten by the world

and has turned black and blue.

a nightmare

it was a chase. a big militant man pursuing me through the backyards of the suburbs. he had a gun with a no miss scope attached. i kept moving, jumping, climbing and leaping over fences. it was a desperate spree, all adrenalin and survival instinct. i could sense it when i was in his scope as i anticipated the moment that i'd be stopped dead in my tracks. i ran with all my might even though my odds of survival seemed very slim.