Haunted by Grunge and Late Night Chest Colds

time and chest colds come and go
a raw throat
coupled with a painful cough
“every word i say
is what i mean”

words come out scrambled
senseless as a park ranger who won’t clean a restroom
a scentless apprentice

music saved us
music killed us
the drunks the drugs
love hate love
senseless with a purpose

time and chest colds come and go
a raw throat
coupled with a painful cough
“everything i’ve held
is what i’ve freed”

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(Cough and sputter…sick I am. Enjoy the grunge. May the Vitamin C be with me.)