Poetry/Prose - “Remorse For A Piece I’ve Lost”
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I have completely lost
My taste for martyrdom,
And yet

Pins and Needles

Are still being stuck
Into: me.

Behind this smile,
I’m burning inside.

Can’t you see I don’t like to feel this way?

The hollow glow is gone

And I find myself

More alone than most,

More sad than inspired,

More alone than anything else.

Waves of incredible doubt
Wash me down,

Rubbing away my sense of self,
Erasing the fabrication

That was once me.

I would send you a postcard
From where I am,
But you would probably
Weep at the words
With which I choose to describe
My loss.
I would sign my postcard
With the neatly printed words:
SINCERELY YOURS--
DON’T FOLLOW.

I have moved

Into a different landscape now
And it does not remind me of home,
Does not spur pleasant thoughts,
Pleasing memories,

Nor associations of any kind.

Journeys into the night-time
Have left me on a plateau,

And yet all I want to do

Is climb back down again.

I want to return to the refuge
And seek the comfort

Of my innocent dreams.

Take me from this world,
And please forget the fact

That you found me
Here.

by Qlagtair Wacol

strat, (ons

by

HIGH SECURITY

CIA AND FBI

AGENTS FOLLOWING YOU

YOU'RE UNDER THEIR SUSPICION
YOUR FINGERPRINTS MATCH UP
AND YOU FIT THEIR DESCRIPTION
GHOSTLY HAUNTING PREDATORS
HUNTING AND PREYING
CARRYING ON AN EXECUTION

YOU'RE CONSIDERED A THREAT
TO NATIONAL SECURITY
BECAUSE OF A SECRET INTELLI-
GENCE OPERATION

THE PHONE LINES WERE TAPPED
THE WALLS HAD EARS

THE CAMERA EYES SAW THROUGH
YOUR THIN DISGUISE

PLACED UNDER SURVEILLANCE

BY THE CENTRAL INTELLIGENCE
FOR SELLING TOP SECRET INFOR-
MATION :
YOU'RE WANTED FOR CONSPIRACY
AND TREASON

THEY'VE GOT AN EYE OUT FOR YOU
AND ITS GOT EVERYTHING UNDER
HIGH SECURITY

EVERYTHING is UNDER LOCK AND
KEY

INVESTIGATED, INTEROGATED
AND CAREFULLY MONITORED BY
CLOSED CIRCUIT T.V.

stoner series
postcards to "here" from
"out there".

just dropping a line,
and a whole lot more,
don’t you want to

be eternally bathed
in ether glow?

Wake up
-and find yourself within the picture,
be in your dream -£
and hear the rhythm o
that shows you what it means, ig
be a sister At

and let them hear you call QO &
| yor
if you’re a player, J) NY)
won’t you join my team? ‘0

so many things I wanted
to say, but the words, they
just slipped away
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Poetry/Prose - “Remorse For A Piece I’ve Lost HIGH SECURITY

I have completely lost CIA AND FBI
mypcastestoimaaeyeaem, AGENTS FOLLOWING YOU
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‘YOU'RE UNDER THEIR SUSPICION
‘YOUR FINGERPRINTS MATCH UP
AND YOU FIT THEIR DESCRIPTION
GHOSTLY HAUNTING PREDATORS
HUNTING AND PREYING
CARRYING ON AN EXECUTION

Pins and Needles
Are still being stuck
Into me.

Behind this smile,
I’m burning inside.
Can’t you see I don’t like to feel this way?

The hollow glow is gone
And I find myself *

More alone than most,

More sad than inspired,

More alone than anything else.

YOU'RE CONSIDERED A THREAT
TO NATIONAL SECURITY
BECAUSE OF A SECRET INTELLI-
GENCE OPERATION

Waves of incredible doubt
Wash me down,

Rubbing away my sense of self,
Erasing the fabrication

‘That was once me.

THE PHONE LINES WERE TAPPED
THE WALLS HAD EARS

THE CAMERA EYES SAW THROUGH
YOUR THIN DISGUISE

I would send you a postcard

From where I an, |
But you would probably

Weep at the words

PLACED UNDER SURVEILLANCE
BY THE CENTRAL INTELLIGENCE
FOR SELLING TOP SECRET INFOR-

With which I choose to describe MATION
My loss. ‘YOU'RE WANTED FOR CONSPIRACY
I would sign my postcard AND TREASON

With the neatly printed words:
SINCERELY YOURS-~
DON’T FOLLOW.

THEY'VE GOT AN EYE OUT FOR YOU
AND ITS GOT EVERYTHING UNDER
I have moved HIGH SECURITY
Into a different landscape now

And it does not remind me of hone,
Does not spur pleasant thoughts,
Pleasing memories,

Nor associations of any kind.

EVERYTHING IS UNDER LOCK AND.
KEY

INVESTIGATED, INTEROGATED
AND CAREFULLY MONITORED BY
CLOSED CIRCUIT T.V.

Journeys into the night-time
Have left me on a plateau,

And yet all I want to do

Is climb back down again.

I want to return to the refuge
And seek the comfort

Of my innocent dreams.

Take me from this world,
And please forget the fact
‘That you found me

Here.

by Qlastair Wasof :

(rlutrig, eee

Poetry/Prose Collection

stoner series ee
postcards to "here" from
out there".

just dropping a line,
and a whole lot more,
don’t you want to

be eternally bathed
in ether glow?

Wake up

and find yourself within the picture,
be in your dream ie
and hear the rhythm o

that shows you what it means,
be a sister oO
thaliet then near you can GTN.

if you’re a player, wy ye

won’t you join my team?

so many things I wanted
to say, but the words, they
just slipped away

Akin