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Sean Hunt Sep 2017
When life is hellish
you may be suffering from
the selfish fetish
forgetting everyone else
hopelessly in love with your self
shying away from the borderline
thinking of ‘me’
thinking of ‘mine’
whining the existential whine
bunkered down behind the line
that nobody drew
not even you
myopically mistaken
asleep
and oh so far from awake
Sean Hunt Sep 2017
I can’t remember when
I last wrote a poem with a pen
Writing once romanticised
now has been exorcised

From touching tablets or touching keys
magically
words begin
appearing on a screen

Organised as I wish
edits in an instant
easily erased
replaced or placed elsewhere on the page

A literary light show
based on binary play
then sent off to cyberspace
until another day
Sean Hunt Sep 2017
Such A Unique Concoction
        or ....  'Ode To Mel'

Sartorially speaking
she has no equal
Later when she ordered a coffee
in Windermere
the waiter’s incredulity
spoke as many volumes
as her color scheme

Her order took a while
for him to grasp
as this was the first time
and the last
that anyone
would ever request
such a unique concoction



          Sean Hunt   August 2017
Sean Hunt Sep 2017
It may be today
That day that hardly anyone knows
even those with high degrees
from academies

Unless they have been tried
and lost their last appeal
unless their fate
has been sealed

Unless they have a date to fry
a date to fly up in the sky
a day to die
determined from on high

But I am not on death row
so I am not in the know
for me there is
uncertainty

Could be when I next take the wheel
and drive around a bend
blinded to the truth
that my life’s about to end

It could be in my hall
if I trip and fall and bump my head
I could be dead
then be reborn with no warning
Sean Hunt Sep 2017
When blame is the game
we’re floundering
upside down

When blame is the game
no one wins
everyone sins

When blame is the game
the ground we are on
is wrong

When blame is the game
scream at the stars
you won’t get very far

When blame is the game
go back to the start
and open your heart
Sean Hunt Sep 2017
With my psychosis subdued
Every thing is new
My body, my mind
Me and you
Completely free
I soak up the sun
And swim in the sea
Of reality
Sean Hunt Aug 2017
All those years
I could hear
but only with my ears

The years went by
and I could see
but only with my eyes

I could find
so many things
but only with my mind

Psychedelic eyes
saw it all
not seeing through the lies

The burned out basement
where I lived
floated into space
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