Who wants what I can’t
A careless touch;
A terrible lust
I stand in front of myself
This shelf to high to reach
Pleaded
Deceived
And tormented perfectly
“Am I him or am I me?”
Misspelled words
Absurd and relieved.
I’m obscure
Blurred
Retarded
Politically cool
I laugh
Without a helmet
I still drool
Two horns
And a wormy tail
I impale
Minds
It’s not mine
So I don’t care
Wandering eye fixed
It’s called a stare
But you shine
I’m not sorry for you
I’m OK with you
Only if I hate me
Sneakers and a shoe
That’s me and you
Darkness and not cued
Am I am or are you?
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