fin

“fin”
and left with a black screen
you wonder if that is it
and why these movies
always end in suicide
a vacant stare
a half smoked cigarette.

© Liam Elliott 2007. All Rights Reserved.

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i rob the light
from my eyes
and walk through crowds
dead and outnumbered
by those who appear
to be living.

© Liam Elliott 2007. All Rights Reserved.

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Thank you.

you get nothing

11207pm
I hear the distant rumbling of cars
Reminiscent of conversations
I have engaged in while drunk
That just tumble on incoherently;
When I have had too much
My words begin to circle like vultures
Around the carcass of my life
I am honest without shame
My darkest thoughts are exposed
Like rapist clergymen.

I should have been a funeral home
Filled with mourning relatives
Who are really there for the will
Faking sorrow through the wake
Hoping, praying they will get the payout.

You won’t get shit when I die,
Fuckers.

© Liam Elliott 2007. All Rights Reserved.