

A Poet's ReverieA Poet's ReverieA Poet's Reverie
Do you still sit under the plum tree?
Watching the faces gaze At a face that is so similar to yours The journey through the mossy stairs is short And your days are numbered Yet you still have time to draw Your fanciful young dreams And make sure that your name Is writ not on water but on stone That mahogany bed embraces your soul In that simple English room of yours Still searching for your body A body, which boarded its deathly ship And a fatal fate that it could not escape Here in Hampstead No tears for


Lobotomy for BeginnersIt wasnt the windowless room, the edges of the walls mixing with harsh light while waiting for the doctors knock. Or the sweat-leather straps and buckles braided into her hair.Lobotomy for Beginners
It wasnt the operating utensils on the steel tray, the scalpel that looked more like a butter knife and the drill plugged in, lying on the floor. Or even the way the doctor complimented her posture, as if a stiff chin was more valuable than a working brain.
And it wasnt the taste of copper that filled her mouth before she closed her eyes, not wanting to see him squin
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