A BIT OF POETRY

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How about three more poems?

OUIJA BOARD

oh yEs
wE ARE wAtching
YOU

MY MOTHER

My mother has fishhooks for fingers
And knives for eyes
To slash and slice and cut
Compliments from my skin

THE REASON OF MADNESS

There are little monsters living inside my head that sleep inside reason’s rainbow and blow bubbles in cemeteries and giggle when the lights go out and run with scissors up and down the stairs in my brain — up down round round sideways — until the landlord calls the police.
I like monsters.

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