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Hapless Stumble Awake!

Posted to Action Poetry

on hopeless hapless and quiet
quite stubborn I buy my suit in fact
by instance three hundred and sixty five of them
and I met my self on the L train.

He was wet from the oceans he swam just to get wet
slipping into
hapless misery i stumble
and swallow
and cringe
and urinate
on my psychologist who muttered
to me something important about my madness.