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dodged a bullet wedding gun
a shot round the world be heard
pledged to the beat of no one
faithful to the unspoken word
reckoned by its own release
unconditionally must cease
cold cocked assured to spin
on its own axis by a whim
sure that it’s aim is just
easier to find new trust
ankle deep in penance due
roll the dice on panic eschew
imagined by anxiety fears
matters not how real the tears
shed from the image maintained
out with the ordered restrain
calculate the damage to be
the crime of insecurity
served by the summons on mute
lethal the silence refutes
taught to keep hands from the heat
bored by the slaves on the street
no one can drink the mind pressed
panic by anxious regress
always told to wait outside
accompanied by his own pride
knowing too late to be told
judged by the new and the old
shifting standards quick with sand
it’s own misery will not stand
until it’s regression complete
the bullet dodged makes me complete
oh too true the aim of greed
was all the shotgun wedding needs
cheers to the endless pain
a merry xmas under the rain
cards and letters can be sent to
the address where happiness went
blamed for stealing what you now feel
the lie has now become real
xmas carols and suzys
allergic to who make them sneeze
dancing in the british isles
a wedding code with frosting compiles
now that you’re certainly through
no one else can do this to you
seen by your new universe
now the voice is back that’s not terse
getting easier to be cut
from the silence everything but
your reference and signal ground
the peace that you lost when you found
knowing why I stopped to help
the mercy you leave on your shelf
while you greet the dawn of each day
with nothing genuine to say
it’s why you chose to fence me out
accused of the scream you now shout
excommunicated degree
handed down by you to me
blocking me from giving you
the confidence to cut me in two
the grace that you shed on someone
stained in the interest of fun
go where the duty should lead
freed from the cuts that don’t bleed
monopolizing poetry
ignoring me to death with glee
if by remote chance we meet
walking the denial street
the one that’s in front of back doors
the one you’ve been fighting for
the ignorance that i’ve been shown
will it blossom until it’s grown
or will you falsely ask for
the hug that you give me no more
will you be as genuine
as the fear that you pretend
knowing i’ve not raised a hand
the shotgun wedding you now can’t stand
July 12th, 2020
working six days a week, including memorial day
29 days without a drink
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