friendship, loneliness, loss, knowing, wisdom

I sit soundly in your chair

I slept

like an

unclean

pig

in a blanket.

Oink.

I fly

as birds

do

where

they will.

I’m

dead

like

a tree

trunk

filled with

termites.

I revel

in your

private

obliqueness.

it is mine

to unravel

as I will.

I straighten

my mind’s

eye

seeing

what you

see

at your

fingertips.

I sit

soundly

in your

chair

and laugh

at the

spider

crawling

up

the wall,

for he

knows

things I

never

will

understand.

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Steven James Humphreys

My books are for sale at Amazon and Barnes and Noble. My wife and I live with our cats and dog in California. I hope you enjoy my blog and find it informative, meaningful and entertaining. Let me know what you think. You can read more on my 'about me' page. Thanks for stopping by!

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