The Secret and Science of Mind: all those
get-your-thought-right crowd - - what the hell? It is
out here: reality. Tell the sick, sad,
life is their dream - - promise you will look bad.
I notice a few openings for teaching
more math, so I reveal my profile. In
short order: inundation. What I got . . .
the necessity to work the inbox,
and say no, and worry some more, and work.
Work cuts both ways deeply: money's birthmark.
This is no dream no matter my mind's state - -
I often wonder when my life's blind date
will bear fruit for whatever that is me.
But folk that discount creation - - Blimey!
— joystjohn
get-your-thought-right crowd - - what the hell? It is
out here: reality. Tell the sick, sad,
life is their dream - - promise you will look bad.
I notice a few openings for teaching
more math, so I reveal my profile. In
short order: inundation. What I got . . .
the necessity to work the inbox,
and say no, and worry some more, and work.
Work cuts both ways deeply: money's birthmark.
This is no dream no matter my mind's state - -
I often wonder when my life's blind date
will bear fruit for whatever that is me.
But folk that discount creation - - Blimey!
— joystjohn
I really enjoy the directness of this poem. I don't have to wonder what it's about! I share your dismay re: science-of-mind stuff; makes me want to scream sometimes. Sorry you got inundated. Yes, ask and it will be given. I wouldn't mind more "explication" of "blind date" and "money's birthmark." Just a little. (Upon third reading, I misread "...folk that discount creation..." as F---K that discount creation." Lordy!)
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