self-medication I lie down on my shadow
in the lonely-chair a hollow crow is
the oracle
self-medication an ocean at the end of my (yellow) finger
the steps in the gravel towards noon
self-medication one step sideways at noon
a rusty screw-driver picks my locked
places
self-medication the rain the rain rains
not at all as I … brushes yet to be
cleaned
self-medication
spirits white or black just spirits
on days like this the train can be
heard
we did curve once now even more
another
dream self-medication as a mud-ladder
by the end of the day wet paper
on the eyes
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