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paranoid
not there, not where I left it –
blank box, empty lies
I swear, that’s where I had it
cable trails and dust tracks
inside treacherous walls
beneath deafening eyes
Published 20th Feb 2015
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20th Feb 2015 5:36pm
beneath deafening eyes ... That's always such an unnerving feeling - when one suspects many know their secrets just by looking ...
... Thus I don't play poker.
Cool ink ... Saw it in the Random competition - Cheers
... Thus I don't play poker.
Cool ink ... Saw it in the Random competition - Cheers
20th Feb 2015 9:49pm
22nd Feb 2015 2:14am
4th Mar 2015 5:56am
The rhythm in this one is exquisite, and makes up for the vagueness of image and narrative. The line break after "empty lies" is especially good. Not a great poem, because it is too vague and short, but a well-crafted, effective one. Thank you for the read.
5th Mar 2015 8:48pm
14th Mar 2015 6:26am
Find myself searching for it now & again. I can ignore the eyes if I have to, because of you do it right people won't be watching anyway. & most of them are paranoid. Sometimes a wire pops out of my flesh, & I either try to clip it off or tuck it back in.
