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refuge saves regret a dime's past



so to call my mother



though I dare say I would be a quarter short today



if that were indeed the case



I'm in one of those moods again



the poetry staggers then flows only to then stagger again



forcing me to trip over my own mind



my words are too eagerly drunk to hop out onto the page



so they tend to land on their faces and I write their arrival as such



I laugh now 'cause I remember Lennon took L.S.D. to get just this way



to me that's some  Funny Shit



when he should have just gone for long periods without eating or sleeping and drinking way too much diet soda



Ah John, If you had only known!



why, you may have been 1/10th as famous as you were or you could have been me



a happy unknown un alcoholic somebody who can't pee while standing up



such silly nocturnal thoughts only manage to make the agitated insomniac in me challenge the rights of sleep even more



Tell me are you laughing at me now John?



Why, I would be wounded oh so shallowly if you weren't



just forgive me of my abuse of your beautiful greatness just now and I shall openly try harder to let sleep find me tonight!!

(May 21, 2000 1215am)