Either my brain won't transmit
Or it's all hokum—
I've tried over and over
To put the stink-eye
On those who have tresspassed
Against me.
I've stood on the lawn at midnight
Sending invites to the greys
And they kept right on going.
I have sat in meetings
And tried to hypnotize
The speaker as he drones
On about something
That will never really matter.
I have focused
Every electron of thought
On a perceived enemy
And they always survive.
Even when I know precisely
What they are thinking,
I've never actually
Been able to verify
Whether it's telepathy
Or my brain playing tricks with my heart.
Even though I can't transmit or receive
I've been able to mount a shield
Against hoodoo and voodoo
And ill wishes trained on me—
A personal strategic defense initiative,
A bulwark against real
And imagined threats
Beamed my way.
---o0o---
1 comment:
You do realize between The Greys, the Jeri Kehn stalking, bent poems, and the wild-eyed conspiracy talk, that the TSA and others may have you pegged as a square peg in a round hole?
And I didn't even bring up jenkum.
Al
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