BREAKDOWN HOWLS
Grab a piece of reality and
take it with you when you journey
to the other side!
Word salad is a symptom.
How can that be? Early English
sounds daft to me.
STOP!
Just stop it!
I need a respite.
Nit-picky poems, mine
always stop short of fearful
herculean struggles.
Everyone really does
hate a bully. When will
they remember that?
Prostitutes are now sex workers.
Slaves are enslaved people.
When will a versifier become a poet?
Some things last like
Days of Our Lives.
Others hit the tombstone circuit.
Evolution has set us up
to think with faulty data.
Defense mechanisms betray us.
I caught sight of me
in an alternate universe during the night.
She was me but younger and
so much wiser! She said
to tell you Hello. nan
Love the last stanza the best!
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Me too–came to me after the lights were out! Thanks.
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Do you keep a notebook with you too?
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Beside me on the bed. During the day I’m usually on my computer.
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