NEUROTIC
everything to me is a poem.
cannot stop writing
poems.
book in left hand,
pen in other.
obsessively hungry.
just one more poem.
there are worse things,
of this am quite sure.
even breathing,
now becomes a poem.
breathing show and
steady I go.
empowering, saddening
all in same moment
heavy breathing
this strangeness becoming
partners in Netherlands
partners in crime
arrest apparent, imminent
laugh until cry, cry indeed
we must keep in mind:
one's sacred
is another's hatred.
because, because, because.
because is optional, always.
at least till day of dawning.
just because..........
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