I’m an optional stop–
the twisted lime in a third
vodka tonic,
bondage boots on a balcony,
a little off-key,
a little punk rock.
Somewhere in the swell,
the mosh-pit sea,
I surrender to pitch and toss–
the headbanger anger,
the primal scream
before a death growl,
the hearing loss.
Fasten your seatbelt
if you dare to take a spin;
I’m a fan of chaos.
©2024 | K.F. Hartless





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