My Third Poem

"Of my Submissive Subconscience"
Op. 3

The winds of age of my mind of my childhood wallowed away
They fell in a well of rage and hope and fear and incognition
I no longer felt the rubric of my mind and childhood rustling

When she grabbed me by the ear by the arm by the way
(I could well not feel)
The child of my mind of my age of my rage and hope and fear:
wore a hood