A mind attack moves into my mess
as only pedestrian madness can.
It's why I wear my hat on my head
instead of taking a bath
neutral observers can piss on,
holding fast to a last laugh.
A motivation stalks me blind,
waiting into me night-like.
four new poems at the avatar review - I have four new poems--"Condition of the living room," "Liner notes: so sharp, so pencil-thin," "Slow burn: serious," and "Statement"--now online as part ...
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