ah, ya got me!

another hack with proof
i’ve written my own down-fall
an extensive paper trail to
      my room
      my desk
      my keyboard
a collage of pointing fingers


i can hear a cutting reply
a-beeping off the screen
nibbles of laughter
beyond reading what
isn’t even there yet


my reflection and echo
are off- reacting slow
from 'cracks and dictums
disgusted, burnt and livid
like two geriatrics
strapped tight into
one callous
glass deception
snuffling blameries
back to back


speaking among those
who have already
forgotten me-
do please
choke on my words
and less on your own