Fever Nap

Fever Nap

A Poem by Thaddius


My words aren't my words.

This isn't my home.

This isn't my body.

This isn't my mess.

My cats don't know me.

They scamper on wrappers

yowl in vain in a

Pluto disposal.

I toss in my bed

it's an overseas lab

maybe an ear-place

or something unheard of.

A wave rocks the dock,

Folks out on the bay

my kid brother's been dancing

with the lady I like.

If the paper's not working,

then buy some of this,

you'll just have to order

from here from now on.

I'm talking like me,

that's why it's so brutal.

I'm playing myself,

that's why it's so fake.

I hover above

walk from the car

slip in the room

melt in the seat

fade in the wall

jerk back the head

worm up the lips.

I notice how rushed

how captive he is,

and how he runs out,

so spent and alone.

I've got this behavior,

right down to a tee,

but as soon as I hit it

it's not really me.

I fish out the lens, but he's

talking to her

it's probably too late.

I doubt I'll ever print with this,

but it's sure

a good suggestion.

© 2015 Thaddius


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Out of body, detatched. On auto pilot, miles away.
Very interesting write, I like it.
Well done!

Posted 4 Years Ago


Awesome write. Truly love this. Amazing work, you deserve more credit than you've received for this

Posted 4 Years Ago


Thaddius

4 Years Ago

That's really sweet of you. Thanks
I like this, kinda subtly cryptic butso straight forward well done :)

Posted 4 Years Ago



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Thaddius
Thaddius

Hollywood, CA



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