anti-anecdote

antidote 12th OCT 09

if i could talk to myself

without hint of insanity

just a pinch of six foot below

the scent of vanity.

there’s no telling what i’d say

mostly as you wouldn’t hear it

mostly as i’m talking to myself

and not you.

albeit, it’s intended for you,

you remains nameless

just as this feeling

unaccountable, it is and you are

without label, without inscription

just as i wish this antidote were.

an antidote infers the end of something

whether or not it’s the right ending

could be ironic, intended, irreversible.

mostly as you wouldn’t hear it

mostly as i’m, still, talking to myself.

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Thomas A. Bradley.