Carbon(ated) Nanotube

Wherever it can’t be found
the mirror inside the microscopic
deafening through the second surface
and in betwixt the shape.

There should be somewhat
more than what I have not
instead.

The tasks I have to sell
to get rid of;
dog-eared
…and lost for this reason.

Slept rough through my itinerary;
when said and done
all left
downloaded.

It’s not what it seems
or could
or means,
it is what it is
that was.

Yawning against truth and blatancy
arguable, perhaps;
but as soon as there,
it can never be found
again.

Looking under to fly past parasitic memories,
sloppy distinct at a glance,
checking sums
conversations.

What I converted
disappeared
words peeled rotten off the page
like sunburnt stickers
sift
unneeded
we all become.

Disbelieve the tired and true.
Italic whispers
fool.

Only I know, lonely wino
say only as much as I should
not…
…say
so…
much.

Posted by Invisibleye in: Poetry   9 July, 2009  

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