If a certain thought bothers you,
wave your fucking wand at it or
something. Smack it with the
big star at the tip, turn it
into a poem, or a song or
a piece of currentist sculpture, or
- if you have the time,
a painting in oils, and then
it won't.
Bother you so much. You might
even be a touch grateful
for the imposition it made. An inroad
upon some un-blazed trail,
upon some as-yet uncast part
that you scripted yourself, and stepped in
to play
with a motivation you didn't ask
the director to tell
oh, you don't say.
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