A.N. This poem is based on the psychiatric sign “loose associations”, in which patients loosely connect words and ideas into a pattern which doesn’t follow any logical sense. It can be quite poetic, however, as evidenced below.

It’s late at night

Sky of starlight

Stars from afar

Racing like cars

Speeding down tracks

Bullets rain fast

Fast like my heart

Broken apart

A piece of the pie

Apple of my eye

Eye of a needle

Sharp like a weasel

Bushy little friend

Friends to the end

End of the line

No, not tonight


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