why i can’t play like you, freddie

poetry

it’s true i can never be fully conscious
like a decorated theorist gone mad
i am brilliant only in brief moments
maybe at 1:29 over lunch i will extrapolate
but then by 3 again i am inane
forgetting my daughter’s name
laughing to myself.

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