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re Faint memories of only months Static, didactic, apoplectic I’m like a crossword puzzle with all the wrong answers What day is it today? A day like all the others Someday, any day, this day</p><p id="d4e6">My brain on rapid-fire but without proper aim so I spray my thoughts about and even my graffiti has no context, it is not art because I am not an artist Just a shell of a person who used to have it together and now spends every day Discombobulated</p><p id="3d81">© <a href="undefined">Jonathan Greene</a> 2020</p><p id="261d">If you liked this,

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Discombobulated

A Poem

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Days pass like a game of Tetris This block here, that one there Rebuilding my life with sticks, but no flint to make a fire Faint memories of only months Static, didactic, apoplectic I’m like a crossword puzzle with all the wrong answers What day is it today? A day like all the others Someday, any day, this day

My brain on rapid-fire but without proper aim so I spray my thoughts about and even my graffiti has no context, it is not art because I am not an artist Just a shell of a person who used to have it together and now spends every day Discombobulated

© Jonathan Greene 2020

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