NICE
NICE GUYS ARE FINISHED
She left her mother on the floor hoping
she would snap out of the stroke Her eyes
glazed with Fear-of-God Would there be
retribution? Or just slow seeping of self-respect
Wolf at door of bad daughter’s psychic fortress
Fighting her absolutionist’s diatribe she cried:
No I Did Not Do The Best I Could
Human’s have the ability to self-anesthetize in
situations of extreme trauma One may leave the body
and hover near by My child clients often exclaimed:
I didn’t feel a thing Therapist
Humans who are missing this chip eventually go mad
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I met my mother walkin’ down the Jericho road
Tears in her eyes and her head hung low
And she was walkin’ down the Jericho road
Steve Earle Jericho Road 2007
Winter 2014
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