NaPoWriMo #22
Postcards from the Mentally Ill
Let fly a culture of Freudian slip
between the legible
black on white
indelible ink, imperative:
I was not involved with my cousin Carol.
as though the recipient
has power to prescribe dignity,
lost to diffraction patterns
in boyhood mishap.
Otherwise a foul in genealogy.
Yet heightened amiability,
the fact you know the middle-name,
despite impossibility
licks my stamp
but perhaps is perturbing.
Ominous •
your still using telegram stops • as big as
squashed flies •
on a square no bigger than • a chapbook fly leaf •
One mind in staccato rhythm.
A simple admission
that quirks are not faults
despite harm.
Stability is a priori
the human condition: a smidgeon of
grit to the egg and the chicken.
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If my Pa reads this: we are still open to make that coffee-table book using the same title.
Piece,
Fionn Coughlan-Wills.
Great stuff! Love this poem.
Dude, this is amazing. You kept this quiet!