cheated 

we feel cheated because dreams never have a natural ending,they just fade into a new day
at 2:43pm he bites his nail 

and tastes this mornings toothpaste 
and all he can think about is a stain on his carpet which gets bigger in his mind the more he thinks about it

panic sets it when he thinks of death his kids growing up with a name and a faint memory
people look for the geometry in the familiar and feel confusion when the supermarket rearranges itself 
fresh fruit further to the left near frozen foods and desserts at the check out         

         lurid magazines leer at you 

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One comment

  1. multiplemichael

    THOSE LURID MAGAZINES AT THE SUPERMARKET
    ————————————————————————–
    SOME DAYS I RECOGNIZE ALMOST EVERY FACE
    AND NAME
    I WENT TO SCHOOL WITH SOME, DATED SOME,
    ALMOST MARRIED SOME, ACTUALLY MARRIED SOME,
    CINEMATIC ANAL SEX AND ENDLESS HOLIDAY PRURIENCE
    OTHER DAYS THE NAMES AND FACES ARE LIKE
    CITIZENS FROM MARS—COMPLETE STRANGERS
    ————————————————————————–
    I SAW MARIE CURIE ON A TABLOID COVER
    IT WAS A PHOTO TAKEN IN THE DARK
    AND SHE WAS GLOWING
    I KNOW YOU MUST MISS HER MORE THAN ME
    WHEN I HEAR THE WORD “HONEYMOON”
    I THINK OF YOU AND HER
    *hymen hysteria

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