Mister Psychic
Mister psychic
and the wizard from Mars—
developing an imagination
and stealing hearts.
Blue pearl,
jewel of the place,
wearing sweet smiles
on a tortured face.
My friends
that I knew
ran away,
because they are
so weird—
but it is not them,
it is what we fear
that makes us scared.
Mister psychic
was a fake,
forging tears
by a frozen lake.
Hot day,
humid night—
can’t sleep,
breath almost
too tight.
In the morning,
finding it difficult
to eat.
James Garratt – 1993/1994
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Mister Psychic – Written Approx. Late 1993 or January 1994 (Aged 18)
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