guarding the heart and vice versa

[saw]

I should be doing this, not that
you know that creepy noir voice
that fucked up righteous prick
with all his little opinions, when
duty knocks three times
like the neighborhood drug dealer
and you feel this electric twinge
and you decide to turn off the lights
hide in the corner, lie still til he goes away
and when the coast is clear
you go back to doing nothing
it's and existential cage match
chores and errands vs. poetry and music
art exists in moments of nothing
when consciousness fades to black
and responsibility lets the screen door
hit it in the ass as the sentry challenges
the mettle in your heart

[Arcadia]

gracias!!!

[the mingo]

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