Drained under Main

I looked up from my drink
The room filled with comic cons
So much noise I cannot think
Broke up peace as drama dawns

Steering the ship into cosplay
Blindly and sick
To them I am like Cosby
No binding of Isaac
No flowey in my hobbies
Just roofies in my pockets
Getting stoned in hotel lobbies
chasing faeries. creepy. frothy.

To avoid claims of
I broke away for a smoke
and there right before me
Main Street bridge.                                   A River flows.

And behind me the door closed

From under steel and concrete
So many yellow eyes
Whistling strings. Chomping meat
A spider web to which I’m tied

The Asian girls won’t let me back
I’ve grown old and cold
Deserving of this attack
Dragged into the mold
Stuffed back into cracks

But I digress
I’ll even miss the smells
of wet ashtrays
Horses hiccups and regrets

There’s a bridge in Columbus
Where thousands of spiders took the night
No one will miss me as I’ve
become the suckers way of life
tangled webs of sacrifice
(pregnant pause)

Everything has appetites

To look in the mirror you can’t see
Who they’ve imagined you to be

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