Monday, September 17, 2018

Life is an Unreliable Narrator - poem

Lawrence Hall
mhall46184@aol.com

Life is an Unreliable Narrator

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

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