Compulsive-obsessive Neurosis

he promised himself that at the first second
when he wakes up this morning
he's gonna go directly to the door
get his sneakers and face towel
and take a walk while it is still cold
and dark

but look, here he is again
like a robot, opens his PC,
stares at the monitor, goes to PH
and then starts his
obsessive-compulsive
poetry.

hmm, it maybe a mess that calls for
psychiatry
but on the other hand
the feeling is elevating

now on the ninth cloud he takes a walk
in his fields of
imagination - on the path
of nirvana.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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