conviction
isn't my affliction,
never was, nor now is it
maybe that's the problem with it..
my multi-tasking
and multi-asking
and basking and flasking and
silly love asses,
got too many choices with my
multi-talent noise
ringing in my ears,
through my tears,
but there's no difference, right?
my art's my image, right?
of what I see or want to be
it doesn't matter, not really
as long as love can come
and breath
inside my heart again.
that's bullshit, just pretend
transcendance of remembrance and
ultimately denial,
God, why so many trials?
I think to myself many, many times
these thoughts, too many times
'cause just then I'm reminded
by local, young dark eyes, blindsided
with much harsher realities
like having nothing more to eat
than soda, beer and maybe chips
while mom and dad close doors to fix
their fix...
God, I am blessed, forgive
me?
and help me to help end their need...

Thanks for getting me to see,

again...

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