More times than I can count
Last time I found a dead man
And crawled inside his skin
Replaced his dusty bones
With mine all jangly and white
Left his rotting organs
By the side of the road
And replaced them
With a second-hand batch
Somewhat scratched and used
Scooped out his brain
From its baked dry pan
And put mine inside
Like a warm runny egg
Now I walk around town
Saying hello to people
He might have known
Mouthing words he might have said
Living in a house he called his own
Though it makes no difference
I still shake on the inside
I still can’t sleep
I am still haunted
By the things I have done
Though this face in the mirror
Is unfamiliar
I am not fooling anyone
I am still me on the inside
Proving you can hide
But you can’t run
© shaun patrick green 2022
