Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD)
Desktop icons-
An unorganized anarchy
in spite of a stern government
Sly eyes of mine observe
A clicking mouse arrange
in adherence to
alphabetical ordinance
abc abc abc abc
A broken record
ABC
A Bro/ken Chord
A-B-C-D-…
STOP
Emails pile up in folders
whose subfolders
pile onto sections of database
Spilling into search engines
of Gmail
Like disinfectant that floods in between
monotonous clicks
of keyboard
Silent revelry for the Best Buy associate
who’s handsome collared blue shirt
hangs threads of disorganized fascism
“You’ll have to buy a new one, sir”
Sir,
I’d like to buy two more
Make it three.
Four.
Five.
Six.
TwoThreeFourFiveSix
TwoThreeFourFiveSix
TwoThreeFourFiveSix
TwoThreeFourFiveSix
In my head,
I’m greeting
the neurotic disorder
Compulsion to order
Poison sweet
Jubilation for my Lysol
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IconoclastSalem
Faeries, magick, enchantment, Tir Na Nog, Mother Earth, poetry, the stars, and wonder are all I need in life. Hey, I'm Salem. I'm just an average nobody trapped in forever cycles of hurt and repent. My mind mixes thought and reality ever so painfully which, in turn, creates the chaotic painting that is my life. Who said chaos couldn't be beautiful?
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