discharged myself early from the last talk therapy
tired
of talking
man always in the same jumper sinking into his cheap chair
not many sessions left to go . . .
and
tho i have these moments
moments
when i am serious as the cold war doomsday clock
or
when an emptiness like an epoch arrives in a sunny garden evening and
wipes everything away like a bulldozer in a battlezone
i
have fallen free of the black dogs guts
and
tho
his huge shadow blocks out light sometimes
enough glow gets by
to know theres more
and
he's
dragging his bad smells and disease to hell
alone
now
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