Capitulating under a sun of
Darkness in utter blithe
Yellow couch to work it out
Dreaming of a cigarette
To make it all go away
My version of crazy
Too many songs
Sung by Amy
Over and over
As a big glass of
Winehouse should be shared
A little therapy and
Chocolates with liqueur
What better way to
Come down off the mountain
Sometimes they’re
Too smart for their own good
I could say at the very least
My awareness is
Overshadowing
A childhood
I’m still trying to understand
And so are they
An undertaking
A catastrophe
In the making
With a pale orange glow
Waiting at the end of a flame
Behind the door that
Has all the answers and
Evidence of ghosts
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Poétique 