Broken Bloody

I like to punch inanimate objects.

I like the way it makes my knuckles bruise and bleed

and I love the way it creates the strange looks I get from strangers.

Sometimes, I think there’s no music left for me anymore,

there’s only the slow dance

I can only share with myself

and as I drink a toast to myself

I pause for those looks to come again.

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About Sean O'Gorman

Spoken Word poet from Ottawa. View all posts by Sean O'Gorman

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