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M (for MISTAKEN)

M (for MISTAKEN)

one of us
be destined to
pop first

skin getting thin thin thin
under oxygen helium
pressure
    way to go
at last birthday

or
aiming for the Heavens
aspiring
    for it all
golden ring atop
that pole

start to channel
the music of the spheres
as giddy we stretch
to embrace
the stratosphere

but here again
     skin to thin and
little big bang
be our evaporation

Oh I saw that film
the red balloon

cried like a child
because I was one

caught betwixt and between
a life that has been loneliness

a death that is nothing
nothingness
            unless
I am totally mistaken

STUCK

STUCK

stuck a mirror
on the wall

opposite
the shelves
containing
my kingly
horror collection

clown
down the drain
Jack so dull
when the words
not flowing

wonder
     what bricked up
behind these booksp
(technically closet
skeleton can
never
read
its reflection)

mirroring these spines
such a blessing
              that when I die
they
   will not need
to search
to find whereupon
           read

scare themselves
                to death

OR TREAT

OR TREAT

Cop at the door
maybe a whole army

pity I can’t just airbrush them
photoshop them out of existence

perhaps that would be easier
to turn myself into a creature
being so
      legally ambivalent
that I distort the light
refract the truth
that your eyes, or,
what
   is more to the point, their
eyes can see

tell them it is all
a matter of perspective,
interpretation, disinformation

that things will always
                               sneak
under the radar
eager
      to deceive

Cop at the door
perhaps a whole army

failing radical camouflage
let me plumb for
         Jedi mind trick.