
AbUse
By Dean Moran
Not use ~ don’t use me
Use me right or lose me
I ate and feel ashamed
Lame life and counter heist
It’s obtrusive ~
Screaming sirens
Audibly abusive
Singing shamans
Haven’t problems
Just messaging
With the yin
Who have all been
Used up
Real words
Real words
Everything I ever dreamt to do
Fell through
Real words
I breathe in particles
Of a dried up discentagrating dictionary I disposed of improperly last year
Real words she says
then I storm off
from a rehearsal
I feel I am tagging along
as my replacement is practicing his songs well and I dwell
in darkness and choke ~
on the dust particles of that dictionary
as she says why don’t you use
Real words ~
but I am a flake and scared
I can not blame the sacred space
for its position
when I knew of it
and kept going back
for another opinion
my young father at a beach house smoking a cigar dreaming big ~
my young mother talking loudly almost mad ~ startling when she is inspired
Real world
not a dream,
not a dream,
not a dream ~
real.
But don’t trust me