Friday, June 06, 2014


I'm not her
Than she could be we
I'm not selling the customer on the misinformation
That seems to be feeding me
I'm not dazzling brilliant
Softly array
Not head and shoulders
Standing tall on the backs
of your prey
I'm not 'I haven't felt this way in so long'
I'm not the final verse in her favorite song
Everything I am seems to be
Thin lines transparent
Covering other's transparencies
To say I'm in over my head,
would be like repeating an old line:
These days I feel over all the time
Recycled words in my mouth
Like pulling oil
Swishing it back and forth
I don't know how much more I can take of this non-profit
Just point and click,
upsell respect,
Turn your head,
Deep, deep breath,
now spit.

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