Bad posture – a poem by yosh dow

Days

the sun and moon of it,

here and gone.

headless body

bounces the walls.

the mind watches

from the floor

over in the corner

laughing.

the body knows not

how to behave

curled up in the corner

clenching its fist

pounding

its own head

laughing

digging out the eyes

turning them around

to have a look

inside

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