Wednesday, April 10, 2013


my narrator is quiet today...

even he knows I'm done

and is at a loss for words

to be my mouthpiece

to bewail the stupidity

that passes for my life...

and worse I'll outlive none

that know me

oh how the tales will fly...

all my evidence on me

like grave clothes

and not one other will know

how it looked to me...just see who critiques this

with all their echoes also fading...

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