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Easy To Win

Losing touch with a reality.

Losing touch with all the “people”

Sitting through life immobile stones.

 

SHHH!

Distant, quiet voices

One a woman’s, distant & illegible.

Close, clear, coarse voices

Speaking the same name with derision

Over & over & over again.

 

Oh god. A name. It’s my name.

My ghostly good friends

I think I’ve finally cracked

Like we all knew I would,

One way or another.

 

Define sanity. Define the opposite.

In the end you can’t.

Sanity is measured by the views of the majority.

 

Fuck it, definitions don’t matter.

Sane, insane, what do I care anyway?

 

I’ll put on a mask for you

The one I used to wear so well

Every single day.

I’ll be a placeholder person for you baby.

 

He remembers every psychiatrist’s appointment

With a pristine, yet agonizing clarity.

 

I’ll eat a waffle over the sink

Pour cheap corn syrup until it’s saturated,

Just a soft pill to kill the clever pain

For a few more hours.

Then I’ll go rummaging

Through my friends & family’s stuff,

Searching for a hit of anything,

Or a sharp razor, clean preferably, but I’m not picky.

Sorry, what was I saying?

Jack Blare

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