e.r. saved me

i wanted to write

an injury library

labyrinthine

a brutal myriad

of atrocious words

blatantly syllabic

manifest trajectories

lacking apology

 trip wire typography

fertile insurgency

involuntary intracasies

bloodletting ballpoint

antagonist signatures

benzodiazepine clouds

perfectly complimenting

a nihilistic intellect

delinquent verses

psychosomatic

 provocateur semantics

a thousand reasons

in noxious counterpoint

tender collections

of collapsed lungs

collaboration tragedies

a miasmic manifesto

etiquette abandoned

a reckless soliloquy

i wanted to write

and then

suddenly

over a cup

of black tea

the beatles

came to me

ironically

hijacking

my angry

hyperbole

spoon feeding

their melodies

the divine

power

of simplicity

so

you see

eleanor rigby

saved me

 

(and she

saved you,

too)

 

a. duncan, 2018

 

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"She would fill endless notebooks with stories about the characters in her life, their impressions, words, friends, lovers, inspirations, fantasies. She spent her days dreaming up worlds where they fit together in visions; the if only, the never again, the someday. Those who knew her best would describe her as a creature with a clear and sometimes painful sense of herself; furious with ideas and convictions, to a point that she frightened love away with discernment and a relentless strength of character."

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