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ALL THE FUZZ BOXES IN THE WORLD COULD NOT SAVE ME

A life in boxes
Shut, sealed
Repeatedly
Which is why I tend toward cremation
Dreams

They will talk 
Afterward
I know they will say he was
A selfish man

Fair

I thought I was after a sound
That would ring true
Really ring
And make me whole
Again
One, peace

I can imagine being whole once
But things happen
Changes

A psychic I consulted told me
I brought loud noise into her
Home
She knew
I was headed west

She winced when I mentioned
LSD
And spoke of brain damage
Suggested protein
And nicer thinking

“Who is Gertrude?” she asked

A cat, dead
I never got over that

It never stopped 

Posted 02/23/16
Comments (1)
Very moving, thank you
09/01/16 3:33am