an oncoming herpes on my lip
dims my mood around the edges
as if a shameful outward sign of
what failure does a writer not know
words unuttered or uttered in vain
works unwritten or unconceived
stinginess of self limned in dream
the world's disaster my own fault
lesser others give selves freely my
unearned arrogance kicks my butt
as if I missed another deadline
said the wrong thing again too late
viral shame not to make a better
reality be true and universal truth
less honor than cheerful illusion
ideal family only the dubious start
if you want psychology philosophy
promises more delivers less when
I am tired I have to sleep so time
slips by best fruits unharvested
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