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I am a spark
in bed
unable
to sleep
this
raisin bran
tastes bland
everything is
bad for
your teeth
your teeth are
bad for your
teeth
dishes
pile
high
I like
to climb
and
defy
add
on some
years
and she
grays
my hair
my eyes
have become
bad for
my eyes

I do not
want
to cheat
myself
with bitterness
like baggy parodies
that are goth kids
and
fail to enjoy
or experience
with depth ever
again

I contain
more insanity
in pockets with
holes in them
than they can
muster over flustered
séances

they keep
asking away
until
I can no longer
give
but they
don’t quit
well I
have
gradually
faded away

there is
this
energy
desperation
spastic perspiration
a hyper sensitivity
this urge
to pray or say or
transmit to
the unknown
I am here and
I know you
see me
I don’t know
which
action
would be
true to form

in other words
I don’t know what
to do

going through
a lot of
empty motions
losing touch
with my
emotions
– hibernation –
in this
desperation
I am
at a loss
for words
in other words
I am
at a loss
and words
can’t be more
than words