Depression Games Poems

To the man who makes us moan
“Hello” in the poorest tone:
Your mean boss too strong to fight
He’ll defeat you ‘The Too Light,’
An old child’s watchful...

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It's like going to a hardware store and buying a nail gun, which is for construction, but then you turn around and use it to...

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Haris Sultan,
Bahawalpur Multan.....

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There remains,
among cherished riff-raff,
old trope
tropical wet and warm
reproducing images,

Sadly resilient
and madly resonant,

About organic holes
and tumescent poles,
full-flowering 
young
green feminists
of feckless zero-empty wombs,
glacier valley lows
merely reflecting
volcanic mountain...

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Kicked a crab apple up the road
I hate bein' told, I hate bein' told
Why don't you get with the program, son
And strap on the vigilante's...

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I could feel them tight knots in my stomach.
They were there, I had no choice.
Then in crept through,
That manipulative voice.

At 14 I felt far from...

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(which above frolicsome gambit I mastered)
After mine wife
asks for this, that
or something else rife
with intent to provide barrel of laughs,
(likened to barrel of monkeys)
yours truly...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Letting the games begin
Her cold broken heart lets her win
Once beating with passion 
Now turned to stone
Stripped completely of love
Left all alone
Willing not wanting
She devises...

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Trapped in a space
Of unease 
Surrounded by isolation 
You cannot leave
It follows you 
It is you
The demons you create
The thoughts you debate
There is no escape
When...

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His game of choice
Russian roulette
The vodka bottle
In one hand
Shrugging at danger
Laughing at warnings
Then it was too late
He hadn’t thought things through
Death would have been
An outcome...

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My early 20s Eldest Black Lives Matter Son
wears his disabling ADHD label uncomfortably,
impatiently,
like a possibly self-redeeming crown
but with unfortunate MessiahComplex thorns
as the Great WhiteMan's sacrificial...

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Let me tell you about a game I play,
Where I close my eyes and fade away.
I float away, to a special place,
Beyond the moon,
The stars,
And...

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Dreaming by myself,
eisegetically,
I believe in LeftBrain dominant deductive intelligence
furthering Yang-enculturation,
culturing,
enculturing toward
secular rational capital-investments,
self-righteous protagonist relationships
within Earth's continuing regenerative revolution

Revolution more powerful than
evolution's climatic threats
and crises...

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In one sense,
the Cafe CoOp
started as my therapeutic retirement dream.

But,
in quite another
the CoOp goes back to when I was eight,
and I thought,
assumed really,
everyone indulged in...

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