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What of you my friend?
Can you console my dilapidation?
Extol my refuse?
Hah!
I can not endure that–
The bone chilled apostate:
Taking from the Gerber Jar,
Smearing the green bean viscosity
Across my bleeding face.
I of you!
I of you!
Can't you see my fingerprints?
My cycle driven mud puddles?
My unceasing thought spankings?
Oh, I know you do:
I know you see them.
Each bobbed up day
You come into your own again
And I frown deeply–
How sick am I to frown so deeply?
And the friendship is an apathy
Reaching into my sickness
Twisting, and pulling my guts
From my shell.
Can not you see?
Are you blinded by flickering fireflies?
My ruin is upon me and I sponge
I sponge to absorb paint
And then dab it at a makeshift canvas–
Then I laugh!
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Ok
So enough of that
Spewing and such
Indigestible garbage purge
Malcontented, bogus psychopathy–
I dream in percolating butterflies
But why spread that madness?
Unless I jest…
Do I jest?
--Stephen Martin, 9/18/19
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