a cunning, sinister
smoky amoeba like leak in the corner
a stealthy assassin scoping my brainstem,
my ideals
want to see me suffer.

he lurks where i work
fattening my fingers
foaming in my throat
he conspires with me to laugh
sinister scrutiny together
is how he gets me.

plotting with me against myself
telling tales of loyal exciting companions
virtues, loves, family structures,
great men who lead other men to do great things
telling lots of tales
and fat with the tales my weighted head swings me to the floor
where i writhe and he watches me in his scope
lusting for a moment where i tell him to fire.

by Barry Donegan

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