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Anatidaephobia
Anatidaephobia is the pervasive, irrational fear that somewhere in the world a duck is watching you
I bend our group therapy session
Into a halo for the angel of misery
We are discussing our fears
The boy to my right is a kamikaze
The wall is his enemy
He says his greatest fear
Is that there is a duck watching
Everything
I am an AK
Afraid of the bullets in me
A duck walks over us
Screaming about
The Destiny of things
God if I am bullet
Make me silver
So the wolves can't eat
My father was a werewolf I say
He had a tendency to feast on pain
The therapist stops me
Of what are you afraid
They used to call me beautiful I say
I am afraid that things have changed
The duck falls through a rafter
And his body concaves into his everything
The boy to my right
Remains exactly the same
Because what we comprehend is this
One dead duck can't end the duckness
One less swing can't end the darkness
Yes
I love the way her hour glass
Fits into my wine skins
But what happens when I'm drunk into touching
When some part of me decides
The glass and sand should be
Rusted on the tough ends
What happens when the werewolf comes knocking
Should I let him in
I am not afraid of being my father
I fear being his son
I fear being a father
And these will be the words of my son
My dad
Had punching bags for a family
Recently
I have been happy
But Murphy's law
Is like gravity
Everything is falling
If these hands can break the hourglass
What will the duck be watching
They should have called me cookie
Because I am crumbling
Love won't lose her sweet tooth
Even with the warnings
Beware the dog
That is sure to rest
In my family tree
Do not fall in love with me
It takes lots of effort to accomplish standing
Cut my hands off love
I will love you with my poetry
Sometimes I wonder if a star wonders what he might become
Supernova is Destiny
There is no way to end this poem
Without chaining up the rest of me
If this hour glass beauty
Is my better half
Then somehow break away
The best of me
Discontinue my becoming
The duck on the floor is moving
Someone tell him
His waddling
Is driving me crazy
Love
Just hold me
When I say I am afraid of everything
I really Mean
I don't think
Everything
Is enough
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