[ [ [ [ David Greg Harth ] ] ] ]

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Through My Brain

I don't know how I could be typing this.
Because I put a bullet through my brain.
Pop. Snap. Blam.

I know how I could be typing this.
Because I'm typing this.
This poem.
Before I pulled the trigger.
And now I'll hit send.
And one of you,
will have to come to my studio
and clean up the bits and pieces
of brain matter
on my lap
and lap top
keyboard.


© 2004 David Greg Harth
04.03.24.21:04:12@296NYC