“
I’m history’s last fucking joke—burned out in a senior center doing Namaste Yoga while God shows up in a saltine cracker, calls me a coward, and offers me a cigarette. That’s it. That’s the punchline. So fuck your hope, and fuck your healing. I’m already holy. I’m already gone.
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― Glad You're Not Me
― Glad You're Not Me
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The Karmic Heimlich Manoeuvre by Stewart Stafford
A gargoyle’s face of stone,
Grimacing back at me,
Each wrinkle a flagellant scar,
From a Caesarean decree.
Denial’s chant, the siren’s call,
Jockeying to ride meeker backs,
Perpetrators and their victims,
Fallen bodies upon the tracks.
Deep slash from a traitor’s blade,
Gatecrasher from a coroner skit,
Staggering down the Via Dolorosa,
Guiltiest choking on a peach pit.
Then karma’s trapdoor gives,
The past never a partner barred,
Hubris’s caw
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