doomsdayclock

each night
precisely
at 11:59 pm
I pick up
the cutting board
two-handed and
whack it
against the bruise
of my forehead
and I mean hard
mother fucker!

dizzy
&@)(%$?!
I sit down
tuck my sacrum
into a shot
of bourbon
dripping into my eyes
the burning sting
redundant
repugnant
repentant
redundant

stuff wads of
“papier du toilette”
in each nostril
and, and, and
knot my brow
because I’m done
well, done
finished
kaput
a mere minute
from the dark
earth

toothpicks make
lousy Q Tips™

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Eric

Eric Jennings is a poet, an invocateur, an accidental yogi and he dabbles in patamysticism which is the spiritual branch of pataphysics.

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Eric Jennings

My name is Eric Jennings and this is one of my poetry and writing blogs. I am a survivor of childhood sexual abuse and most of the work on this site is borne from those experiences.

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