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Bob Wax Dec 2019
sleeping in til nine
put contacts in the wrong eye
outside getting rained in
listeing to micheal cera palin

different cold the wet and dark
the body and soul drift apart
coworker said "running late"
no need to worry, there is no hate

o how happy i am again
o so happy my friends
im doing just fine
on my daily grind

feeling out my insides
there's been a lot to realize
just trying to figure this soul out
acting like a **** fool, no doubt

always check the left
never been right i guess
born not normal in the right place
been left to find out, im a disgrace

all because my hands are southpaw
it's become my greatest flaw
not something i can change
not something i want to change
first four, setting, first point of conflict. second four, the body and mind separate. (rest follows the pattern set in second four.) third four, body is talking about delights in my current physical grind, for which i draw a lot of pleasure. fourth four, mind is talking learning about myself, and recalling previous embarrassments (growth). fifth four, body is talking about how i get confused and check for the L made on my left hand, pattern goes LRRL, sometimes i feel like the earth is made to easy for right handed people, and i therefore do not belong. sixth four, mind is talking, (realization and resolution. please reread once or twice and give me some feedback!
Left-handed, a lefty, the other arm.
It is forgotten because it’s weaker.
The other, extra, the one with no charm.
If it were a woman, none would seek her.

The sinister and the clumsy left hand.
Derogated abnormality.
Like an afterthought that was never planned.
Its only benefit is symmetry.

At least I could have been ambidextrous.
Then I’d be capable on either side.
I want perfection, not a little less.
This left hand is a source of wounded pride.

When can the useless ever find their place?
This dangling vestige had made me bereft.
But then I found that someone to embrace,
And I saw the potential I had left.
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Youdont Needthis Jan 2017
Bones
Broken
Skin
Cut

Tree
Arms
No
Sun

Mint
Breath
Ragged
Gasp
­
Lips
Parted
Tongue
Slashed

Red
Metal
Hot
Taste

Gurgle
Moan
Tea­rs
Face

Green
Iris
Candle
Flame

Black
Wax
Hair
Same

Lick
Fingers
*****
Light

Prepare
Chalice
Take
Knife

Grip
Neck
Crazed
Pulse

Cut
S­platter
Life
Force

Enter
Trance
Drink
Flood

Split
Earth
Devour
­Sun

Heavens
Flowers
Hells
Drums

Beast
Blessing
Will
Done

Will
­Done
Will
Done

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