What Would Freud Say? Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIIJKLMFNOPQR ISITIIUVWIIIXYIIZA2Z KZKEKIIKB2IC2IWD2ZE2 ZIKF2ZGG2E2ZIIH2I2FJ 2WK2IWasn't on purpose that I drilled | A |
through my finger or the nurse | B |
laughed She apologized | C |
three times and gave me a shot | D |
of something that was a lusher | E |
apology The person | F |
who drove me home | G |
said my smile was a smeared | H |
totem that followed | I |
his body that night as it arced | I |
over a cliff in a dream | J |
He's always flying | K |
in his dreams and lands | L |
on cruise ships or hovers | M |
over Atlanta with an erection | F |
He put me to bed and the drugs | N |
wore off and I woke | O |
to cannibals at my extremities | P |
I woke with a sense | Q |
of what nails in the palms | R |
might do to a spirit | I |
temporarily confined to flesh | S |
That too was an accident | I |
if you believe Judas | T |
merely wanted to be loved | I |
To be loved by God | I |
Urban the th | U |
had heads cut off | V |
that were inadequately | W |
bowed by dogma To be loved | I |
by Blondie Dagwood | I |
gets nothing right | I |
except the hallucinogenic | X |
architecture of sandwiches | Y |
He would have drilled | I |
through a finger too | I |
while making a case for books | Z |
on home repair and health | A2 |
Drilling through my finger's | Z |
not the dumbest thing | K |
I've done Second place | Z |
was approaching | K |
a frozen gas cap with lighter | E |
in hand while thinking | K |
heat melts ice and not | I |
explosion kills asshole First | I |
place was passing | K |
through a bedroom door | B2 |
and removing silk that did not | I |
belong to my wife | C2 |
Making a bookcase is not | I |
the extent of my apology | W |
I've also been beaten up | D2 |
in a bar for saying huevos | Z |
rancheros in a way | E2 |
insulting to the patrons' | Z |
ethnicity I've also lost | I |
my job because lying | K |
face down on the couch | F2 |
didn't jibe with my employer's | Z |
definition of home | G |
office I wanted her to come | G2 |
through the door on Sunday | E2 |
and see the bookcase | Z |
she'd asked me to build | I |
for a year and be impressed | I |
that it didn't lean | H2 |
or wobble even though | I2 |
I've only leaned and often | F |
wobbled Now it's half | J2 |
done but certainly | W |
a better gift with its map | K2 |
of my unfaithful blood | I |
Bob Hicok
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