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My smileIs a grotesque mask;A fitting cover For a diseased soul.
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Eyes like pissholes in old snow, A smile like a dog eating s**t, A cheerful refrain while all aloneSuit this misanthropic twit.
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I haven’t been sleeping wellSo my psychiatrist
Suggested keeping a
Dream Journal
To get to the bottom
Of things.
On the week..
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The machinations of the mind
Are difficult to know.
But turn the eye towards our dreams-
A most unsightly show!
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I killed my TV
To get away from
Advertising’s prosaic chatter-
But there’s no escape:
On the sides of buses,
On news w..
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Adrenaline pulses
Through high pressure arteries.
Brain crackles, electric
Eyes cast about wildly, seeking escape-
I am an overcharged..
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This little boat,
having weathered a violent storm,
bobs on the gentle, glassy swell.
Sails still furled,
she is drifting languidly
with the curr..
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When I told my Psychiatrist
about my poems,
he sat bolt upright
in his chair
and started
scribbling
furiously.
it was then..
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You were not my father
but you were the closest I had.
Arithmetic and
changing bike tyres-
Lessons started with good intent-
ine..
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An homage to Emily Dickinson.
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