Thursday, May 13, 2021

Poetry II

 I am glaring at my co-workers.

Which is about as bad as a sign of the disconnect between mind, body and soul as any.

Something is off if I think I am happy while I glare at everyone.

I think I am happy and in love while I am pissed off and full of rage.

My soul is like a corn husk.

There is nothing in my mind.

My heart is a robotic whore.

My spirit may be well.

My body is healthy.





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