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New Therapist
She sits there her book full of latent codes,
a way of communicating so no-one knows
Rambling on my life, traces of a history unread:
a mind full of trash and misdeeds unsaid.
She's a pristine therapist, who hasn't lived,
expecting me to say all and give,
when I couldn't give a shit about her plan.
Tuesday 25th February 2020 5:46 pm
The Circle
We sit, splintered against skin:
Hieroglyphs spouting complex symbols
From untamed mouths; bodies
Perspiring pits, dropping brows,
Salting welted wounds;
Trying desperately to be brave,
Behave in ways we have always been seen,
Glean the truth of who we are,
What we’ve become,
What we do, what we’ve done;
Wrestling Rottweilers,
Unmeshing masquerades,
Be...
Tuesday 16th September 2014 12:04 pm
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