the wave thinks of becoming itself in the swell
but looks at the moon, big as a pill, forgets
a piano pupil sits at the keys, statuesque
instants pass to settle, just moments ago, fluent
everything seems settled,
smother of self into a pillow of chemicals
AKH (10th April 2020) & edit 11/4/20
I have a line
in an unfinished poem
‘therapy gave me back as someone else’
I lie here tonight
thinking of my puppet days
‘not someone, some-thing else’
‘some-thing somewhere else’
chemhazed dazed more primitive
to prove their unwarranted hypothesis
that got me into this
dare I get out and see this plainly
the ways they’ve had me profane me
K. H-H / A. H (30th October 2019)
Late night, late taken medication,
a late walk to the eight fold path,
then a long day ends with Late Junction.
Continued here, along with why I post this older poem now, in support of Late Junction
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