Classroom Poem: Segment Nine

where this came from, i don’t know; but take my word it’s story shows.

IX.
 
i can hear the clock tick down
when the numbers go up
i want to go to sleep
my head is bare
i wish i could read his writing
oh to be Jung again, but
i have lost my Freud.
taste French delicate thoughts
never bring worm words
cover something in benzedrine
to read the tracks of dawn.
in bed.

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