845
in
the madhouse 
here's
shit woman
always
offering 
go
out on something soft you won't feel 
into
a box in the ground 
here's
the screamer
and
the one who scolds 
the
one who'll take your food 
sullen
nurses are all the world come 
because
we placed a dollar lovely 
in
this trap 
wars
are to flee, you know 
you
have to have wished a way here
we
are only visiting
we're
a silence 
none
will remember my cruel remarks
the
only test is the code 
we're
only visiting 
like
truth to its acre 
far
far off 
the
better things we do 
 
I love the raw quality of your latest poems. They remind me of Ginsberg's poems.
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