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Everything in My Head


by Darryl Price


that I thought I knew was  
gone. Wanted me to be
the way I used to be, 
when I provided my 
own love light everywhere  
I went. Now thoughts sit with 

their arms crossed. It happens.
Everything in my head
is a path, or an illusion 
according to 
some. I'd rather celebrate 
one hand clapping today 

than tomorrow. Everything
in my head is 
a fool and or liar,
if you believe the daily 
wallpaper's sun stories. 
Everything in my 

head sometimes feels like a 
smashed bottle, blue green glass 
all over the place. Everything
in my head is 
trying to work out how 
to live in this dream without 

dying of a thirsty 
heart first. Stuff in my 
head can't hold back the tears 
for the dreamer. Everything
in my head wants to 
hear a saxophone player 

going ballistic. 
Everything in my head 
is pushing against all 
these perceived walls--like a
trapped bat--looking for the
canal to the moon's cove.
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