A Mess To Decompress

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In order to compose
a melodrama
I suppose

one needs an
exorbitant
villain

something akin
to my macro
outsized ego
that forever
entertains
it’s just all
about
me

And
In order to disclose
one’s failings
I depose

the backwash
remnants
of that
amber bottle
yonder,

again
akin to—
my too damp
too often
self consciousness

And
In understanding
every word
ever written —
will eventually,
rhyme
with decompose

I foreclose
on any
option
that doesn’t
afford
me
my due

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I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.

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