PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

Never Mind


Contorted, I sleep,
Free, I dream.
Correlational streams,
Deep in Lethe it was reported.
Never mind.

I think and act in repetition,
Therapists say trauma I say Dao.
Learnt behaviour with a cyclical flavour,
My petition now.
I never had a mind.

The bacon asked me is it Love?
I said No, bad timing.
Pining in the mourning over a bad drawing of a,
CAT.
I never had your mind.

I’m a teacher now,
Cunt.
Not wealth, for myself,
………………in front of you, reflecting creature.
Never anything than mind.

Trapped, I walk,
Rigid, I die.
Cross stitching my bursting belly,
Body is mind ask your optician.
Label thoughts lacking permission,
Skin transmits like telly.
I mind.

©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

CoffeeandAlex

Alexander Clarke is a qualified philosophy and ethics teacher who predominantly explores Daoist, Buddhist, and absurdist concepts through his works. Influenced by correlational thinking, he uses imagery and dialogue to investigate the interplay between the subjects, such as ‘You’ and ‘I’. https://coffeeandalex.com/

View all poems →

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.

Log in to leave a comment.