Decrepit

At the end of it
All, I want to
Catalogue my
Life in black and white
And dull and hollow
And faded ink.

I want a receipt
Of my time spent.

I want to know
If I come up short.

I want it known
That life is one
Huge transaction.

I am malfunction.
Nuts and bolts
acting in
their opposites.
Right, I go left.
Left, I go right.
I go right left.
Forget the
fuck ups
for a
minute.
Understand:
I am malfunction.
I am the backwards
way of loving,
the real way if
dreaming,
and the forgotten
way of doing.
I am malfunction.
Broken yet
more whole
than
function.
Understand:
I am all yet nothing.
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