Mindreader


Don’t judge me by my cover, I’m an open book.
Don’t be shy, come on over, take a little look.
Ev’ry page, ev’ry word, there to skim and browse,
just for you, hell! I don’t mind, read it out aloud.

I’ve undressed her a thousand times
It’s not hard to read my mind:

Mindreader.

Ink stained words, faded pages, time takes its toll,
a once straight spine, broke and bended, still glues the whole.
I ain’t proud of all the chapters, what’s written must remain.
It’s how it is, my book of life, journaled every day.

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At the end, fallin’ apart, maybe even burned,
black and parched, fragments fly of pages never turned.
Take your chance, while you can, read all about it!
A work of fiction? Some half-truths? (Semi-)autobiographic?

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©5.8.2019 Andrew Robert Chapman


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