Spoon Bender
I’m suspended in mid-air
As I begin to look upon and stare
At the body which was mine of late
Before I chanced to disassociate.
When I cry out no one hears me
All because they cannot see
The specter of myself I’ve made,
And live ears are deaf to ghost’s tirades.
The lone fly keeps buzzing by and by
And I just want it to die
When it lands and vomits on my hand,
So I swat at it and finally stand.
I have returned presently
To that distant figure that was me,
And I remember suddenly
That this is how it will always be
Living in this home’s reality so warped
And sleeping at night next to a corpse.
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