DANK

Dank

And my smelly shoes
keep me indoors
Smeared by the musty humidity of age
conscious of the self negating pusillanimous odours
And a single word announces 7 possible
destinations, tantalising…

But the death grip of sanity
Introduces
Emergence
indecision again

The fear of being here
cancelled by a fear of being near.
A strange familiar paralysis
unrecognised movement….

STOP! STOP! STOP!

Drowned feelings
drowned by an emotional unconscious
Preventing propelling action ..

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A Private Conversation

I’m not assured

That how we meet

is assured and confidential.

It would be great

To meet in a more discreet

Location.

I need reassurance.

Maybe tied together  buried at night

Naked in a Coffin.

Maybe then we’ re safe

No one is listening.

Assurance,

our connection is totally

Remote from inspection.