someday will be the last yesterday

when that time finally comes

do i beg my case

minor extension to venerate

my support with a bow along

center stage

i thought i was genuine

but i think i ruin

the reputation i’m imbuing

i eat what i cook

but soon after i get caught

puking up cumin

stomach aches

nothing more than a nuisance

i mean it’s not lupus

i’d handle it if i was Buddhist

don’t say that enlightment

won’t block the pain

my hubris is clueless

feed me a dream

i don’t care if your boot’s in my mouth

i’ll take a shot at some grout

if you can call it that

others aren’t so proud

when an illusion is vowed

– D K T



life ends. why pretend

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