Thursday, September 23, 2010

Nothing

I am not dead.
I am not broken.
I am not a billboard.
I am not a token.

I am not a monkey.
I am not a dupe.
I am not a junkie.
Or a can of cream of mushroom soup.

I am not a killer.
I am not a slave.
I am not a filler.
I am not a knave.

I am not the disease.
Nor am I the cure.
Not completely clean.
Definitely not pure.

I always speak lies.
Which is definitely the truth.
I like cherry pies.
Never had vermouth.

My memory has holes.
Can't capture my dreams.
Nothing consoles.
Nor is as it seems.

I am.

2 Comments:

Blogger katehopeeden said...

I smiled today
at your word play.
~K


bablu

9/24/2010  
Blogger Grend31 said...

Slumber is through, not awake yet this day.
Inertia on cue, in bed I wish I could stay.

Too much to do and little to say.
Big list to get through and with that I'm away.

9/27/2010  

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