oranges on the table don't appear real

the wooden bowl

not sure if it's really wood

the dog laying at my feet - dreaming

hasn't moved in awhile

coffee i'm drinking - where did it come from

haven't shaved in days

the mirror just an image

the razor

a test

the blood is real


Ruth Newell May 9, 2012 @ 1:16 p.m.

Kisses, razors...a line line to reality, no?


nan shartel May 9, 2012 @ 3:22 p.m.

uh oh... dissociation day eh

great poem 4 the mentally shifting!!


richzombie May 11, 2012 @ 10:57 a.m.

Nan - mentally shifting - that's one way to describe it -


quillpena May 10, 2012 @ 11:38 p.m.

sometimes it takes the sight of blood to bring us back to reality


richzombie May 11, 2012 @ 10:49 a.m.

Q - thinking you are right on - on that take


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