Poem: Failure

Failure
By Jack Brummet

I try over and over to slap the stink-eye
On those who trespass
Against me.

I stand in the yard at midnight,
Sending invites to the greys.
They keep right on moving.

I sit in meetings,
Trying to hypnotize
The speaker droning

On about something
That won't really matter.
I focus every electron of thought

On my perceived enemies,
And they always wake up.
Either telepathy fails me

Or I fail telepathy,
With a brain
That refuses to transmit.

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Poem by Jack Brummet: Imaginary friends

I wonder which is worse?
Having imaginary friends,
Or imaginary enemies?

I don't know anyone
With an imaginary friend,
But I know plenty of folk—

From The President on down—
With imaginary enemies,
From ghostly dopplegangers

To the guy in the next cubicle,
That control every thought
And move they make.
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