The truth is I’m inert | |||
| My memories Make me worse | |||
| Head so raw I worry | Tip scratching My memories. | Percolate My innards | Shrouded tomb Ghastly fumes |
| I’ll burst Speckled puss | Thanks for askingThe truth is | Messes made Blessings cast. | Like burnt hair Or garbage |
| And stain the Neighbor’s most | I’m afraid One day I’ll Realize | To me: truth is Mere vagary | So obtuse Sophistry. |
| Favorite Yellow rug. | Shrivel up Inside this | Siphoning hums Over my back | How clever To malign |
| That’s brand name Etched so deep | Bottomless Cage I fear | Distilling down Dull shadows | Train of thought State of mind |
| A crashing Squelch is felt | Burst through me With huge breath | Sealed archway Peering back | Carriers Of echo |
| My memories Make me worse | |||
| The truth is I’m inert |
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