Aaron Hodgkins
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I shook my brain and out came 214 little hairballs of thought.
Contemporary poetry by
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Poem #9
life through a keyhole, that’s the life with light, worthy of envy simple round guides in place, a beaten path simple narrow ignorant of the infinite, robbed of life’s juice happy but sad, treasure stolen unguarded unknown life and it’s meaning bundled up, removed alone with itself priceless worthless
By Aaron Hodgkinsabout a year ago in Poets
Poem #3
he lives a solitary life usually alone with his dog his dog and his thoughts he prefers it this way whole truths are reserved only available for him, by him easier that way others require explanation communication fails him his words are quick, broken vague and specific, at once too many thoughts inner connected impossible to explain; the nuance between ideas, ideas of seemingly unrelated factors. variables unseen. he understands but blind to results successes of life he cares too much or not at all that isn’t up to him to rely him for comfort, for support would be a mistake his brain in many ways is not within his control but within his understanding
By Aaron Hodgkinsabout a year ago in Poets
