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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