Who needs it?
I've suffered 29 years of ignorance
Now I am the black ghost
the freckled stranger
finished with his teas
and this
line
all lines are one continuously broken
line
receding
like talent & energy
& confidence & belief
shit, the ageless need something to
hang on to
to wait for in
dungeons of mind crawling hatred
my children need a swing for the yard
patches of gray
of make believe
of blue cornfields of mystery
Point me to the second half
I've got a speech to give--
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