Wednesday, January 21, 2015


Worst of my dreams came true today
Cannot think straight, so overtaken by grief

Blame me for the pitying putrid tears
Bastion of verisimilitude
Squirrel away the mannequin
Thoughtfully displayed martyr

Left wondering who could ever have
Stripped me down, shiny & stark
Literally string my pearls of words
To make a mockery of me

Trimmings are deceptive, false illusions
Sell the boat, the house, the car
Run me over with your tires some more

So dispensable, sad but true

A catalog of old washing machines
Abandoned, used and left to rust

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