What have they been whispering, talking behind your back?
In my dreams I see shadows.
Only shadows.
They’ve created the monster I mistake myself for in the mirror!
Medusa shows herself to me, and my cloud of stone faced horror!!
Who’s been pulling the strings?
Yanking on my chain?
Been in my medicine cabinet?
Given me parking tickets?
Hidden from me?
Reality is a deconstruction.
You see an “expecting” wife to have created something not only to lose it.
What happened to enthusiasm?
Where did truth found the mystery flavored?
Why isn’t color in dreams?
Radar is inside police cruisers and keeps the sirens off.
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