I AM THERAPIST

Just another day at the office.

I am Therapist

I am the second edge of a neurotic wedge
for which they feel so numb.
I am the squirm of all their memory worms
sprinting to outrun.
I am the squeaky sigh of unhinging minds
turned over and outdone.

I am a magic wand of a mystery beyond
free spirit that marquees.
I am the time traveller finding cracks in hell
for glorious escapees.
I am the hired hand made of shifting sand
messaging the bourgeoisie.

I am your flirtation looking for salvation
basking in the night.
I am the pulsing waves of your hollow caves
mossed with hindsight.
I am everyday and you are sponge of clay
absorbing new insights.

Author's Note

Critiques welcome