psychiatry
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To Psychoanalysis
Wikipedia Poem, No. 938 after Kenneth Koch to die. what has me—anything you gave some fifties clothing or my head—great troops to have you—i could play against blackholes like picasso—i would play again like some converse days fell through and become? you look the karen horney kind all—other something screaming sobbing you gave me any…
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I don’t give a shit About the jungle Or your long trek To profitable madness As I sound out that place’s strange name Sweating, mosquito-thick, blood green Impossible to itch An incantation The machete blade Turns to coin. Reminding my shrink of this story He hands over a live freshwater trout I really can’t compete.…
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