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Self-Imposed Delusion

Now there’s a phrase that might
give you the heebie-jeebies, should
you consider it for a moment or two,
depending, of course, on your mental

acuity. Those last two words, though,
might uplift, given their meaning in
relation to the original phrase’s final
word, one which I often use, aiming

for comical, when I say “Del is short
for Delusional.” But am I just shooting
for comical when saying that? Or is
there a part of me I feel might be,

irrevocably or not, incapacitated?
There’s a pun in that question, for sure.
How might one really feel about stumbling
around with one’s head in the clouds? As

my hopefully lucid thoughts move further
in that general direction, it seems clear
to me that I, myself, would much rather
be delusional than decapitated.

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Speaking of Remembering


It’s the top

of the day,

I am slowly

gaining a

bit of focus,

and then

out from

what seems

nowhere, I

remember

something

I’d much

rather

forget. I

clutch my

heart near

the cliffs of

the banks

of memory

and repeat

the prayer

of erasure

15 times.

In hopes.

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Getting Somewhere

Today I’d love to adjust to your reality.
Mine is just no good. What a turn-off
of a complaint. I wonder if I could
exist inside anyone else’s reality, a

notion that hurts my brain. Thusly
my process of waking up goes. Until
I find my attitude adjusted and mostly
positive, forward-leaning. Was that

mere fantasy? “Hope is a muscle,”
I keep hearing someone saying,
someone famous. I can’t remember
at the moment who keeps saying it,

but I’ll remember it eventually.
Most likely. I know what she means
every time she says it. But now I
just wonder, hoping I’ll remember.