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False Sense
When my schedule gets contaminated My first instinct is to laminate it Fragile paper day if fortified, might Trick and calm the freak I keep inside – a.r. Mind Control by Anand Bedrala
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no
needing another…illusion wanting another…reality so often i confuse the two i alone determine what fixing i need and what fixing i wish to do ar Untitled, House Series, Francesca Woodman
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Mindful In Tatters
Some part of me Is always manic Maniacally too much Having some But wanting more It always costs me Something Balance of imbalance I have found No way around it It is merely a matter Of my reigning in...
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Control
I like my skin snug Pulled concave with its curving Causing slight concern -a.r. Photograph: Slinka By Sarah Thompson
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Bent
Sitting crooked on the floor When all the lines are straight I feel an urge to straighten up This time My selfish will can wait -a.r. Image found here: http://whitenoten.tumblr.com/post/81567132535
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Willful
Willful Snowflakes shifting Drifting in reverse Suddenly forgetting Their mission to fall Changing their mind Desiring a new direction They decide to catch The next breeze back Upward tending But the...
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Put Away
Calculating satisfaction Putting possessions in their places It never lasts Days dripping past Control devolving quite to chaos –A.R. Painting by Giuseppe Crespi, 1665 -1737
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That’s Life
Our schedule’s not our own these days In truth I know it never was But the illusion of control felt nice A make-believe warm blanket blinding us — A.R. Photograph by Rodney Smith
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I Remain
These days I stay Hungry Not so far from Starving All knots and gnawing I keep myself Burning No chewing just Churning All hips and ribs Thick skin nonnexistent Biting Only backbone No clean plate But...
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Impatience
When you can’t use your hand ‘Cause you’ve sliced up a finger And you can’t use your foot ‘Cause you’ve broken a toe There’s not much to do On your long list of “have-to” But sit tight on your own ass...
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