I look towards my reflection
But i do not see me.
Trees and roads flash by
like a mirage exacting its play.
I pass by a deck/field of tombstones
residing directly next to the living.
The dead and the living coinciding
Harmoniously.
A chair is empty
I take my seat
& shut off the scene/display i gave myself upon.


Blue skies foggy and a mixture of mist.

BLEAK BLEAK HOUSE


why
you torture us so


fat fat book
i could choke on u now


read the easy font
built into microscopic volumes


laugh at the displeasure
just like a baby
drinking condensed milk.