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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

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You’re crazy,” he said.

I shook my head.

No one else knows

how my mind meanders.

With scissors and needle,

I enter my brain;

things best forgotten

are far from rare.

With a snip, a stitch

I’ll move along,

performing a do-it-myself lobotomy,

seeking out the



Submitted: April 02, 2021

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Our inner animal is surely more genuine than our memories and book-learning. How much we love unrehearsed spontaneity from the heart.

From nice people, anyway.

Fri, April 2nd, 2021 5:44pm

Mike S.

Sad-but-excellent, Hull

Fri, April 2nd, 2021 6:10pm

tom mcmullen

Welcome to the magic theater of the mind hullaballoo...

Fri, April 2nd, 2021 11:27pm


I've been there a while, Tom. Thanks for reading.

Sat, April 3rd, 2021 5:22am

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