Garbage Person

I am a series of circles
concentric and uncertain
or certain
that that impending sense of doom
will be the death of me;
a whirling dirvish
of ice cream and booze
half-drunk on the vapors
of freshly fallen rain.
I am piss perfect
in a state of anything
but bliss
and I am dying to
find my way
onto death row.
I am a trashcan
with a fully dysfunctional
climb into the landfill
of my soul
and I will show you junk
and throw you away forever;
I will swallow you whole
and wish I had seconds
or thirds.
I am whiskey-filled chocolates
to a relapsing alcoholic.
I have no faith in God
and I hate your fucking dog.

(From October 2017)

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