The stranger in
My memories
Looks back from the photos
A smile or
Grimace
Worn deep across his face as
He sees his future
The stranger in
My memories
Looks back from the photos
A smile or
Grimace
Worn deep across his face as
He sees his future
And you
the great voyeur
action watching actions
or
navigating text
with eyes that
edit the
truth
meaning
and comments
of the others
a removed yet
jealous head
cracked
by the wait
and
the fall
a test.
Not this post. Thats just
an expression of the
keyboard
before it goes to the pub
No
This thought
that anyone is there
a test of belief
in oneself
and in reflection
Do you hear?
Put your ear against
the screen
now listen to the
echo
of laughter
me at myself
who’d have thought
you expected something else?
Self-pity is a drag
and nets no-one anything
good, so
now
I join you
and those others
in the observation
ridicule
and comedy
of the moment
And in the laughter
of canned appluase
she
turns to him
tired
says
“I want to go to bed”
and he
looks away
a face filled with premature death
turns out the emotion
and turns in
for the night