Plot Reversals

Plot reversals

burned my tongue on you 

words hot 

how the smoke rose 

from my pockets  

I broke my head on these

very thoughts 

concussions echo

losing the plot 

things have been flipped 

I seem to be in your film 

all my assumptions

on the ground

middle class artists

hesitate and miss


haunts them from above

what am I without these tools

these indulgences 

I’ve already been poor 

I didn’t like it

I stare at my patron 

through the glass 

buying everything I do

It’s a double act



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