Meditation #33 Poem by Lane Morein
Meditation #33
they gather
screaming out names
and vulgar curses
in the studio apartment
right above me
as sniffles creep in
from a cold but no fever
in sight
shock therapy
has rendered my
memory
useless
by choice
and
forgotten tales creep out of the woodwork
dressed as simple words
without
punctuation so that nothing really ever
ends
(9/20/09)
Saturday, October 10, 2009
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4/26/2024 2:07:39 PM # 1.0.0.1119
forgotten tales creep out of the woodwork...read cess-pool of failure...lol10+