Fixation of Freud
Needing a woman to land in my void
Here’s something false
You might have to pay but you don’t have to waltz
Two birds a-courting
Hope you don’t weep
You’re really pretty….let’s not go that deep
Go through the motions
Been here before
is this my Mother, my Sister or Whore?
my second written contribution to RB. beside me I have a compendium of numerous poems that were written 15 years ago (1994) when i was approx 29 (my Saturn return?) when I had just left a ten year career in the Australian military, and was contemplating issues such as my marijuana habit, my penchant for prostitutes and generally the lack I was feeling in my life at the time. The catharsis for this was some study and practice of meditation which directed my attention within some of the time, whereas previously, I had been consumed by my outer world and reality….