Reprobate

I want to have another go
one more try;
I don’t know why,
just got the urge.

The note on my table,
inside
l i q u i d p a p e r g h o s t s
explain everything.

I’ve nothing else to cry.

Maybe when they put their sleight-of-hands on me
surely time to give them up the slip for good.

Rebound opaque
the tried untrue
i t ‘ s w h e n y o u t r y t o h i d e t h e m o n s t e r s f i n d y o u.

What was it I said?
What was it I said?
I’m so far out, I can’t hear myself
only echoes that have stopped bouncing

…the pills I’ve

d
r
o
p
p
e
d
.
.
.

onto the floor.

One more try;
I don’t know why,
just got the urge.

Posted by Invisibleye in: Poetry   19 October, 2008  

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