Thursday, April 11, 2013


Criminal and stiff as rigor mortis
with a cartoon frown hanging down
to the ground

Most of what I see doesn't register
until a hawk flying toward me
down Main Street locks eyes

False, sick, diminished
can't shift my point of view
a state of mind paralysis

The day slips by, nausea persists
the tension in my back
makes my chiropractor laugh

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