After I’m done
with Transcendental
Meditation I feel like a poem
that is a dream of a clown making love
to a snail that slides its way into a
meditation graden of fish gills
breathing the breath of
dust mites and


Happy Birthday Day David Lynch!

This poem is from the collection “Psychoanalytic Celebrity Poems”

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