i hate it when i get the shakes

all down my back

they forced down the pills

so i vomit them back

i dont make a sound if they put me on the rack

if i get quiet

dont turn your back

give me insults

i dont give them back

years of pain roll down my back

off my eyes like tears im out of my mind like that

.... :,(

they few remnants of a coherent poem break down like the inevitable collapse of our meaningless lives