THIS HAGGARD MIND
I just about send my post before it
so soon comes back to me : the recipient,
long gone, left nothing behind. No matter.
There are now so many voids where others
used to be that I can no longer stand. It
seems, as well, that I am last and alone.
If I were six foot four I'd have something
to crow about; as it is, midget-mitres this
side of small take my measure. Laughing.
God, I awake and realize once again -
I really do hate myself; this mawkish
body, this swiney soul, decrepit face,
haggard mind. I've shouldered so
many losing burdens that my
mind now races to its end.
Disengage this mediocre
world from me, and cut,
please, this tethered
noose and
let it fly.
so soon comes back to me : the recipient,
long gone, left nothing behind. No matter.
There are now so many voids where others
used to be that I can no longer stand. It
seems, as well, that I am last and alone.
If I were six foot four I'd have something
to crow about; as it is, midget-mitres this
side of small take my measure. Laughing.
God, I awake and realize once again -
I really do hate myself; this mawkish
body, this swiney soul, decrepit face,
haggard mind. I've shouldered so
many losing burdens that my
mind now races to its end.
Disengage this mediocre
world from me, and cut,
please, this tethered
noose and
let it fly.
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