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Inner Child Hypnotherapy T-Bone – poems by Joseph Goosey

 Dwelling in this cat litter clump I've gotten to know the internet with all its guilt

I am here to save myself and some of my memories. Others I am here to drown like newborns without guilt.

except there were teeth in the snow where the tire treads had been imprinted with staggered squares and interlocking plateaus

I am Buddhist & have been since birth & I have a photo of me head-shaved red-robed & 5-year-old to prove it.

useless, loose, never a son or dowry daughter delivered

But all knowledge implies danger, kid, say the malachim, implies or requires it

Your profile bio is '(prickly) pig seeks company on a cold, blustry evening'

I let the kitchen scissors grow rusty With rot from the lamb that bathed in moonlight

Bring fruit bread and wine for a biblical feast.

It’s not June where the painter sits.