Seb K - My Own Private War

A poem is my brain
Filled with streets and sewers
Filled with saints, heroes, beggars
Whores & losers
Desperately missing clues
Elements which will diffuse
Madmen gargling with nails & screws; banality & booze
Filled with rain, thunder and black spruce
Periods of drought, despair & blues
Periods of lost soldiers set loose
Periods of lovers all afar
Carnage and abuse
A poem is my brain at war
My brain is at war
A poem is my brain at war
Life's a bitch and then I die? Is that why I get high day and night?

Written by:
Sebastien Kellner

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