Irony
I wish I could think deeply,
like I used to.
But poetry isn't about thinking deeply;poetry is feeling deeply.
It is ironic the word "irony" has "iron" in it.
Is it because hot iron melts?
Because it bends?
Irony is bent.
Sa, 9/14/19
Week 9. Round 26.
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Eyes Are Everywhere
It's such a crazy world.
And then,
there is
my life
in Velcro.
I have felt the eyes upon me.
I no longer care how odd I might look.
I really no longer care.
I don't understand how someone can have a migraine and still work.
Maybe mine are a mix of
migraine,
nerve damage,
and hormone dump.
I wonder if I can read this later.
I am a goldfish swimming for the rainbow.
M, 9/30/19
Week 12. Round 26.
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