Month: January 2020

Wellbutrin

It’s hard to return to form, After my last poem felt like pissing myself in public – the evidence of my pettiness: vulgar – No Diogenes am I But what am I to do, erase it, like some photo, imperfect – nah, Rather honor depression, though it hath left such deep lesions, And in them,…

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