Spoon Bender

I’m suspended in mid-air As I begin to look upon and stare At the body which was mine of late Before I chanced to disassociate. When I cry out no one hears me All because they cannot see The specter of myself I’ve made, And live ears are deaf to ghost’s tirades. The lone fly keeps buzzing by and by And I just want it to die When it lands and vomits on my hand, So I swat at it and finally stand. I have returned presently To that distant figure that was me, And I remember suddenly That this is how it will always be Living in this home’s reality so warped And sleeping at night next to a corpse.