SENTENCES 87




Yesterday I was as useless
As a swallow with vertigo

As lonely as a normal man

An albino invalid
Loved out of pity
I was all dead thumbs
Heart stunted and blunt

Thoughts so twisted
I could not identify
My words
With previous convictions

Flick the electric switch
Kill the uneasy criminal

Happy as any prisoner
When his sentence ends.


/// Clumsy writing, some lines for Sylvia Plath.
I read the collected works and loved every one of them.
Forgive the pun, but The Bell Jar, also rang true.///