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MIXED EMOTIONS
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THE SHY RETICENT POET
I had mixed emotions about her
On one hand I loved her
On the other hand I hated her
so I decided to let it die slowly.
I can ignore myself and her
It’ll save me some problems
I won’t have to eat at the table
and say grace or use a fork
or die after a Freudian nightmare.
I left South Sucatash
Now I live in a cardboard box
beneath the ergot fungi
on a piece of rye bread.
Bottomed Out
"Dying ...after a Freudian nightmare" Is that a thing? A psychopoetic way to go, huh? Beneath fungi on rye? Gotta look up to see bottom, somehow, seems not too bad. That's a whole new "blues" level there - :D
Ha!
Good one
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