Comforting HypochondriaA Poem by Freder Fredersen (aka Grady)Smorgasbord of sounds and wondermelons!When I fear the possibility of social connection, I've always got prospective cancer concerns to comfort. Love makes my nose run Lust makes my groin swell Laughter makes my breath short Hopes makes my face tingle Hate makes my chest burn Sex makes me dizzy Kissing spreads herpes Hugging is like lapping canal water
So I see my vulnerability and I am cautious. I do not feel or think or touch.....and I'm safe in my room.
Don't come in here!
© 2009 Freder Fredersen (aka Grady)Author's Note
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3 Reviews Added on January 23, 2009 AuthorFreder Fredersen (aka Grady)Cleveland, TXAboutI'm as wired as a Kamikaze train wreck dance off in downtown Screamerville! When I write I try to leave this world behind and create a new dimension of words and other fresh organic ingredients. In ot.. more..Writing
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