Sometimes you’re
a pip –
a flipping
quip – a hipster!
Sometimes you’re
the sister
of Catastrophe!
Sometimes
when you wake
you quake at
the discovery
you aren’t
what you went
to bed as.
Sometimes
you are blues
and jazz
and Bach
etudes.
Sometimes you
are moods
that find no
referents
in human
life. Sometimes
you’re the
wife of Sexy!
Sometimes you’re
the vexed
excesses of a
dream.
Actually, you
are always
vexed
excesses of a dream.
Good! You now
know
what you are!
You’ll go far.
.
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