In lieu of medicine

I am not a creative man today.
I misconstrued and misunderstood
what the sunrise was. I was no
Greek head stuck on the pike,
and my opinions bothered not at all
the opinionated mass. How shrill
their phobias, how shrill their call.
Senses misinstruct the always-ill
into thinking their pains
inform any good literature
save what a doctor muses over
in his spare time improving
on providential woe, where we
all go.


~ by Jeremy on June 13, 2013.

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