misplaced

I put that feeling aside

misplaced in a novel form

reflection in the lenses of others

from the broken mirror in front of me

-

I saw you there, fading

how you used to shine

like on a TV screen

with all the gaudy colours illuminating the eye

-

my naïveté of being blind as a bat

had a lot to do with it

confused, you used

every opportunity

-

to tell fables of no existence

as if to your grandchildren whom you missed

so much so that you forgot

what human decency should look like

-

dressed in the Salvation Army

instead of branded clothes

for what it’s worth

a man like you and his fictional feelings

-

displayed on women’s thighs at the highest hour

misplaced, almost like my feelings

never soothed, always rooted

for a poor boy like you

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to JOD

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