Lay your eyes on me

Lay your eyes on me

If you will,

I am not invisible

To the naked eye.

It is true

I have never seen one dressed

Unless a patch counts

As apparel.

Damn your hypocrisy

I am numbed

By patronage

And grown

Heartless in defeat.

Inside pale slack skin

The clammy funk

There is brittle bone,

With little to commend

Poverty, but the disease of

Low expectations.

The bright burn

Of liquor

Gives no respite

The fall is steeper

Than the rise

Is smooth.

If you have nothing

To ease the burden

Of contempt

Let me be

I have enough

Self-loathing to go around