and maybe it was all in my head which
may be a seventeenth-dimensional
projection or inscrutable code for
pixels and such, or so they say, either
way for a while I didn’t have much
fun at all then got a taste and
got real sore waking up like that
and who knows what other stumbles
Sometimes a light nothing fills me
and I want to burn the forest
but my sweet nib smooth paper it’s
something for the mumbling ghosts to
gnaw on while I cross-hatch for an
hour gumming those juicy mistakes
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why would I be punctured by that smug smirk
if some place wasn’t already filled with
puss and no it doesn’t want to be
or be poked and it’s because of how
I always wore it now it leaves
a mess wherever I go and
yes you guessed it the right answer is
nowhere which is fine but I don’t want
to end up a hermit though like most
I’ve been ogling the local caves
but no I ran away years ago
and never stopped despite what you might
see this could be pixels hologram
or something worse we’ve yet to glean
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