My Sub-Cerebral Blender, Endlessly Churning Poem by Chuy Amante

My Sub-Cerebral Blender, Endlessly Churning



There is a machine installed in the head
it runs all day and when I'm in bed

All tbought, pictures, fears and stress
keep on churning, never-ending mess!

Friday, October 10, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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