struck by lightening

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    struck by lightening

     with back-hunched at drawing board
    thoughts afloat yet to be stored,
    I come apart piece by part
    not at all sly or smart.

    depression beats a steady drum
    head, throbbing, whispers a hum.
    defeat is welcomed, by me
    handing a ticket to be free.

    Anger, married to hate, appears
    no logic, glares silent stares.
    unborn shame, already-wet eyes
    own 2 a body which i despise.

    promises covered in sheer fabric
    broad smiles oddly spasmic.
    golden blues mad and frightening 
    all dead, all still yet struck by lightening.

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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