I look through myself with one good eye;
brains spray across the walls.
an un-rivallable disappointment.
Ten years made hazy by the flicker-flash of sunlight
My nose rubbed in my every mistake;
house-breaking the man-animal.
It now slides prettily to the floor.
a drifting blur,
vaguely recognizable through the bottom of a bottle.
Pranks and petty creimes,
and the memories
that seem to be the only ones I will ever know.
They still hang, a rosy mist, in the air.
a vast string of adventures and a great sense of aloneness.
Just the odd times;
Learn, live, house-breaking the man-animal.
It trickles down my cheeks like tears.
I looked through myself with my one good eye ...
I only saw the wall.
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