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Attention of Imagination

I've squandered my attention
Somewhere in a sublime sky
that isn't waiting for me

Busy with subliminally lobotomized doorways
Peaking into privates, vaguely speaking to girls
Lynching snowmen for fun on wendsday's
All kings of their own little custom worlds

Too amused to be bothered
My eyes moved to Maine
Now depressed they reside alone
Beneath a frozen snake;
frostbitten and speaking in foreign tongues
Casting shade on ragged folk asleep
by green-eyed mice, limping three legged
Just above the suicide addicted porn-skinned girls
Each passing by, as termites dissolve their beds
Whilst my attention sighs of boredom
My eyes are forsaken in their deepest regrets.