Poems and Prose #72 - Interpolate

I render the image
and lean away from the screen,
certain that this
is my ultimate scene,
crowded with nothing
but a dull, dark-gray sheen
and the reflected eyeballs
of some daft, distant fiend.

Poems and Prose #71 - Nerve

Paranoia creeps
into every cranny and nook,
giving chance passersby
very interesting things
at which to look,
and lending darting eyes
ample reason to be brooked,
as they slide along
the sidewalks, stars,
and heavy, word-filled books.

Shadows lingering still,
though noon comes sometime soon,
the pupils of the paranoid
expand like taut balloons,
held gingerly on braided strings
tacked to a skull-caged loon,
preferring always to deflate
and wheeze a long, un-rested tune.

Dialogue #9 - Chuckle

(+) Is this some sort of joke?
(-) Does it look like I'm laughing?
(+) From behind, yes.

Mental Blips #7 - Surety

Are you certain
of my existence?
Or is your faith
just that insistent?

Poems and Prose #70 - Asterisk

Place an asterisk
in this spot,
to mark the making
of a blot.

I guess it's good
the star's not hot;
I like excepting
things a lot.

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Poems and Prose #69 - Mirror

Questioning the questions
that emerge from indirection,
I deflect some refutations
that I'm bereft of introspection.

Now, if, in my solipsism,
my id meanders by convection,
I welcome the assertions
that I'm less than a recollection.

Tread lightly,
for you tread on my delusions.

Mental Blips #6 - Hovering

Carry on,
carrion.
You won't have
to tarry long.