Distraction.
Demonic in its timing,
Insufferable, that’s why I’m laughing.
Sinister nostalgia from those Dirty Mary, Crazy Larry days.
Tricked, then again twice over, one rep.
Rampant progress interrupting my forward progression by five,
Allied with a memory stealer, why did I walk in here this time?
Calculating our next move for the bank vault digits? (My other shoe.)
Twinge grip of my obsession, stoking their fire, trying every second,
In tune with what forever astounds me.
Often demanding words to pump like blood to pour from slit fingertips,
Negotiations never unnerve the resolve of my Hostage Taker.
About the Creator
Willem Indigo
I spend substantial efforts diving into the unexplainable, the strange, and the bewilderingly blasphamous from a wry me, but it's a cold chaotic universe behind these eyes and at times, far beyond. I am Willem Indigo: where you wanna go?
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