
a surge of singe in the upstream
skive of heat
few furniture and unsealed windows
an old rug
to cover all that
carpeted floor
full of dirty patches from
former occupants;
they say
to break the narcissistic cycle
it’s 10 times harder than heroin detox
I’m fed on scum
that’s all I have now
unappreciated, unforgivable, unsolvable
this charade of life
going back and forth
without clear results
worth noting
that’s why I’m dawdling
without any merit
where the reality
has gone for good
whilst I ponder
on the inability to live
be visible and thrive
among the others on this ride
full of bumpy stones
puncturing my heart
I can only clean
your tables
while you are doing well
getting on with your job
to be important is the most important
when something
goes wrong again
I’m shivering
in presence of only
my own person
*
November – December
***
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