The Runs

unable to digest rancid, rapidly changing feelings and emotions

parasites of dysentery waging war

my soul feeds upon itself as it tries to sort

assimilate

digest

make sense

with only two ways out

one with a shout

the other with loads of doubt

neither with resolute, binding clout

Reviews

[Thomas W Case]

Tremendous work. There is a force of power here. Excellent.

[Pete]

thanks for the royal flush twc.