Nadir

Magic Doors

I can’t deny what I’ve become.

I’m just emotionally undone.

I can’t deny.

I can’t be someone else.

When I have tried to find the words to describe this sense, absurd.

Try to resist my thoughts, but I can’t lie:

I’m losing myself. My desire I can’t hide; no reason am I for.

I can’t divide, or hide from me.

I don’t know who I’m supposed to be.

I guess it’s just the person that I am?

Often I’ve dreamt that I don’t wake;

Enjoy the gift of my mistake;

But yet again I’m wrong and I confess,

I’m losing myself. My desire I can’t hide; no reason am I for.

Slags Slates and Tapes

..You're weak on Twitter .

z) Inflammation terminates; man runs to station, resumes role as lead generator for arms sales.  
Conflagration ensues.

• Inflammation subsiding; side glance blows rep off top rung. Protests: "I've got a wife and family to feed."

5mg prognost with meals

3) Inflammation griping. Timely administration of arnica reveals extent of insult. Consider analgesia. Selective amnesia.

• Inflamed indignation! Slap-cheeked reeling step back; set up for a fall. Blameless sclerotic impediment on A+E $tati$tic$.

A) Initial Inflammation? 

Imbibing, careless comments cause

town-like malice, 

drawing blow. Just desserts for precedent pride.