James J. Jackson

Poet and Journalist

New Word

James J Jackson

New word,

passive lacking in detail,

no lie,

just late facts and a painful shrug.

Tedious narcotic anxiety and an even older

annoying habit.

We are in fact addicted to our emotions,

and some are more toxic than heroin.

Anger kills brain,

and fear, the heart.

Trapped in adolescent disposition,

a generation,

of late lies.

9/1/15

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art, Expressionism, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poetry blogs, poets, stream of consciousness

Date:

September 1, 2015

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