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Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Anxiety
Kate sang that “Beelzebub is aching in my belly-o,”
belly-o, serpent spliced ‘bout itself,
a breathing knot, braided, bunched, snagged, snarled, screwed--round.
‘Round bound guts, uncut, cannot be rebut--
parasitic granitic paralytic inner critic.
My constant accomplice--it was at the Grand Canyon, gorging,
gorging, too, in a blue room where I hid;
scaled coil feasting on mushroom clouds, loud crowds, and burial shrouds.
Shrouded from the inside out, fearful dowd,
female Cronus, stone in my belly-o; Atlas, my weight inside.
In Kindergarten, hair pinched in pony tails; Crayon garden
gardened inside. Plodded to school, told tales.
In high school, hair in my face, glasses replace the rest of the space.
Spaced out in college. Self medicate
what you cannot otherwise negate. Close your eyes and spin the gate.
Evan Williams puts it to bed.
Strawberry Hills takes it away.
Mary Jane rocks it asleep.
Bull Frog jumps away.
Now I can play, night and day?
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