Of Course - Process Your Anger about the Human Condition

Of Course

Of course we didn’t talk about it.
We never do, never have, never will,
Never mind.

A giant question mark that keeps
You from running, jumping, dreaming
Out loud.

Open your precious gilded box,
The one with all the secrets in it,
Carefully arranged, excommunicated.

Look around furtively, someone might
See who you are when you’re not
Ready for visitors.


 
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Poetry by Guy Farmer