2 poems by Joseph James Cawein

It’s Easy
 
It’s difficult to translate doubts across minds
like the great big sea and a great big wave
a swirling world of infinite oceans
and we’re all walking around with a stick up our ass
and saying how do you? because we’ve no clue
just what to do with ourselves.
It’s difficult to establish doubts without
more doubts arising and cluttering up the place
when the single driving force of everything is
existential terror.
It’s easy to shrug after
four or five glasses or whiskey
Writer’s Cock Block
 
air of presumed integrity
masking deviant skeletal self
before the collapsing firmament
of spectral sea
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