Comparable or Not?

Goddamnit child
I’ve slammed the wild premonitions
Within a war that you wish wasn’t being wondered over
Erratic bile
Is crammed within the defiled paper prisons

The bandit dialed
with demands and a masochistic mission
Within a wisp wavering inside the wishes under covers
Bombastic piles….
of a past thought paraphrased to the point of a distant contusion