years ago,
i once found myself
crying
and alone
in my car,
without any idea why,
and thinking about
stuffing
a hose into the exhaust
and sucking
that foul stuff in.
but my dog was in the house
and i couldn't leave him,
not like that.
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Flotsam and other Doggerel
Poetryso often we can all feel broken and ugly and not very good, not too disimilar from so much poetry. but we can change, and with us so too can poetry change, how it speaks to us, or how we read it. poetry is ups and downs, the good bad ugly and stup...
