Sedimentary Dear Watson

I will clear the sediment from my spleen

All the imperfect feelings that linger in my guts

I will filter through the muddy waters of my mouth

The raging tides of down south

I’ll clean the gutters of my unclean laugh

“It’s too raucous”, he said.

I’ll shave the bones of me

I will do anything to make him see

Something else other than me

I’ll be shiny and new

No black or blue. 

He won’t wonder about my past

Never be aghast

My cheery demeanor won’t let him ask

The silt like blood that courses through

Will pass through a sieve

Change from old to new

But where oh where, will all the waste go ?

Why my darling don’t you know ?

Sedimentary, Dear Watson. From dirt to rock.

The pieces of me that may cause shock.

(C) Slumpless

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