I have frightened myself
with this title

I didn't say
what I had in mind

when I gave it
Now I find it fraught

and I know
I ought not

use pressure language
on poets

dismissive all
yet

a word spring-loaded
with flatulence

has gone off
like a firecracker

in a 9 year old's hands
powerful

wringing of things
broken

by mean old life
and I say

It is time
Is a cheap high

and I need it
to get by



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