LAsT pLaCe KiNgS. (a post-modernist attempt.)

LaSt PlAcE kInGs.
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it seems like i've been
here before.

this nowhere which
was
once another when.
(somewhere.)

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shadows paint
smiles
across
the blackboard of my
mind..

but they're useless
because no one sees
what i
feel here in the deep
shallows..

where infant-thoughts
choke on tears
and starve like third world
citizens
in a first-rate world ruled
by
Last Place Kings, who
are
all just Yesterdays Dreams.

(filtered through an
ever
changing present.)

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i try recalling a time
when
things were different...
better,...

but words like better
and
happy are subjective
cliche's
which never capture
the
essence of anything...

"whens"
that never were but
"could've
been"
perhaps...had i paid
more
attention or put forth
the
effort more than creating
these
Fictional-Nows i currently
drown
in dreaming of a love which
"was"

but is no more

Because
my
evil words have..
killed
it.

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it..
seems as though i've
been
here before...

this now which is but
"isn't"
because no one in the
wrongness
of their Right-Thinking
Mind
could ever believe that...

i
was ever
a
Someone.

(who's headed
Anywhere.)

j.stephen.h