The typewriter misses one of its keys
Every word is an orphan, and the lines
Wither away in an unfurnished room
Above a garage infested with ghosts
Life is an unreliable narrator
The phone that isn’t connected doesn’t ring
While past-due notices fight among themselves
And on the hot plate macaroni boils
Sometimes you can see islands in the steam
Life is an unreliable narrator
You’ve got a gift; that’s what everyone said
But
Your worn-thin sleeping bag is still your bed
Life is an unreliable narrator
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 3:43 PM UTC
The typewriter misses one of its keys
Every word is an orphan, and the lines
Wither away in an unfurnished room
Above a garage infested with ghosts
Life is an unreliable narrator
The phone that isn’t connected doesn’t ring
While past-due notices fight among themselves
And on the hot plate macaroni boils
Sometimes you can see islands in the steam
Life is an unreliable narrator
You’ve got a gift; that’s what everyone said
But
Your worn-thin sleeping bag is still your bed
Life is an unreliable narrator
Your ‘umble scrivener’s site is:
Reactionarydrivel.blogspot.com.
It’s not at all reactionary, tho’ it might be drivel.