I am just wearing a mask.
and underneath that, another.
I am wearing enough masks to not leave room for anything else.
I am an onion.
I am a zombie.
I am a turd with gold finish, pretending to be worth something.
I am everyone
I am no one.
If it were a few degrees warmer it would be raining.
In the wake of the 2011 Banff Wordfest, I feel inspired to... Almost obligated too... attempt to write profound poetry. There will be angst. There will be depth. There will be an excess of spelling errors. I will update it when I feel like it, most likely late at night when I feel my most profound.
Monday, November 14, 2011
Placebo
A placebo doesn't work If you know it's a placebo.
Though if you told me today
what you told me before,
I would still believe you.
Because unlike the starch and sugar
"Mood Enhancers"
In the purple bottle
on the windowsill,
I just keep hoping
that one day
you won't give me a placebo.
Though if you told me today
what you told me before,
I would still believe you.
Because unlike the starch and sugar
"Mood Enhancers"
In the purple bottle
on the windowsill,
I just keep hoping
that one day
you won't give me a placebo.
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