black sheepish

A peek through the peephole might cost you your life. Honey I’ve got nothing to say, anymore, I’m running on fumes

I heard knocking @ my front door
   & died just like that woman in NYC
     just checking to see who’s there
         when I’m yelling fire! instead of help

          I don’t bring anything to the table,
  so I’m going to pass – on
     I think you’d be shocked if you really knew my demeanor
     spoiler alert — I don’t finish my platelet
I don’t bring anything to the table,
  so I’m going to pass
     I think you’d be shocked if you really knew my demeanor
     spoiler alert — I don’t finish my plate

         all I know is this could have went
                        either
                            way

–LM

One thought on “black sheepish

  1. As I stumble along thru the buffet of poetic offerings, I pry my eye from the weak for a quick peek @theweesmirk upon your face, nothing to say? Oh no, I think your nothing speaks over the racket anyway… my life was bartered back before I was born and with death’s smile around every corner, I’ve learned to smile back, or frown, just not left, left, A, B, down… that’s a cheat code to this level, setting the underside of the table, knife to meat your cre-activity, I’ll gather fumes if that’s what builds the force within these words, the curse of having pens for hands, and not a single reliable mirror of self estimation

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