I have been growing hope in the backyard
and green ice cubes of algae
for my half-brewed liquor of anger.
The growth of hope-saplings is subjective.
The saint that lives inside the closed-door
sometimes goes on rampant, destroying the crops.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I visit the nearby bar cussing.
Words out of my mouth like cigarette smokes
insignificant but displeasing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The man at the corner table
gently shakes his whiskey glass
and harshly condemns the politicians,
the sacrifices charade,
the size-zeros, the dead and
even his drink for not being bitter enough.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cToxicity is like raw metaphors<\/em> For once I feel it\u2019s better to be Everyone is toxic \u00a9kanikachugh<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I have been growing hope in the backyardand green ice cubes of algaefor my half-brewed liquor of anger.The growth of hope-saplings is subjective.The saint that lives inside the closed-doorsometimes goes on rampant, destroying the crops. I visit the nearby bar cussing.Words out of my mouth like cigarette smokesinsignificant but displeasing. 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when you don\u2019t find it,<\/em>
your brain creates one<\/em>\u201d he says.
I hate what he says
and I hate more because I agree.
He is brutally honest about a thing or two.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
with honest people at least we are aware
they can be destructive most of the time.
But it\u2019s just a thought;
once you face the brutality every day
you\u2019d run for the hills.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and the reason you keep
growing hope so close, is so
you can catapult the poison out
through the patio,
one day at a time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n