Billboard apparitions that might just come true
soon enough
painkillers will wean
the barely noticeable
yesterday with its nausea
forgetting how to walk
withdrawn flowers
will set like the sun
soon enough
Jesus won’t be
the only holy one
the Devil’s company
un-pleasurable
masturbating
will never make
you come again
soon enough
nothing to choose from
nothing to tell
losing all the spit
in your mouth
soon enough
you’ll become
as the many
faceless mimes
configured bodies
shuffling in a deck
confabulated shadows
in a fish-market
soon enough
someone will call for rain
and you won’t have an umbrella.
COCOYEA 
A very intriguing poem..rather enjoyed reading it.
Thanks.
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how the heck r ya…like this new blog… a beautiful bad poem… well, bad is good here… one cannot help but to consider the reality of our situation today…i like this very much strong images portraying the decay of life around us and the soft subtle punch at the end brings us in for a wet landing….
I’m good Piece of Pie. How are you? Thanks for the comment.
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Very strong imagery and the rhythm drawing the reader through the dark clouds of meaning. When are you going to start submitting your poems to journals and so forth?
I’m working on it. It’s a bit overwhelming. Thanks for the support.
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absolutely loved the closing line.
and of course, the rest was quite engaging as well.
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