Poem: The telepath

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.
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