this.
the latest in
stallment, life’s stale
mate, joined
at the hip
to this
listless wish list
of demands
for a cease
fire in my war
against poverty.
novelty, like
concepts of self
perception, except
i cannot
believe all.
that iam seeing,
being blind
deaf dumb.
not believing.
this. self.
yet to receive
disguised blessings
unmasked.
a matter of pressing
import. i resort
to exports of re
morse, code words
for dis
stress, this signal
overture to overturned
dreams capsized.
i drown in this
renown of failure.
pail imitation.
sure to succeed
again in this.
remiss with
mrs. fortune.
inopportune.
appropriate this
ruin. to rue in
self destruction.
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