09 Nov




The sadists and the sycophants

are much the same at nothing

it’s in the eyes, in the stare

the breath they take so slowly

as though to mediate a coke rush

they apply their teeth to you

like pliers nursing on lost souls

they become familiar

they always ask you first

and when you let them in

there is no letting go

they are like a woman that you’ll love

until you perish

until the ego has been nourished

until the stars have been written

by bleeding fingers

cankered by indulgence and despair.

Yes, the sadists and the sycophants

are much the same

I hope that you meet them both

I hope that you survive them.


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Jack Tsoy Tumult

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