Hand On Shoulders Don’t Mean Shit Unless You Mean It.

poetry

Calm me down.

Grab my shoulders and
duck me under water
just long enough to
shock out the shock.

A slap in the face
A punch in the gut
Something
Anything
To slow the roll
(as they say on the streets)

Calm me down
or however
will we get this whole
mish-mashed
drunk-on-the-job
sort of thing
straightened out?

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