Go; free association.

Bending backwards 

As I speak between the cracks of my creation

And the rest of the impending doom that foresees

her mediation 

Rewinding, turning, mind

-twisting,

The arrows cruelly binding,

Around the clock she’s smiling, writing 

Counterclockwise, 

hours passing 

Down the hall where she’s extracting 

repressed expired old films 

and reminiscing but man, 

analyzing

Just seems to be so f*cking

time consuming 

And she’s talkin’ dreaming 

God the Freudian’s still speeching,

(‘Oh my god it’s finally making sense!’)

I ask, mind considering

But the medicinal, neurological basis  

Of solution?

But the last ditch effort to fix the

drowning mistakes 

Five years of something 

I couldn’t take back! What 

If I wanted to mediate? 

What if I wanted to

tell them to their faces,

What would had followed had they 

not contemplated, they're 

Going through with this torment

separation, the rifts of their 

wistful cracked relation

I watched as she comes up on time 

As the velvet couch sinks the 

past that I’ve,

tried so hard to suffocate.

—- A.T.