Now all I seem to be able to do is write strange
Poems Even eating is like
Isn't there a better way to get nourishment
It's like hauling my ass dream to dream
It's like Where is this? Who are you?
Knock knock Who's there? It's nobody again
The door is a hole under the pepper bush
How did you make it knock? See what I mean?
This is all beyond me
I live in a hole at the corner of the garden
I live way down deep in a nest of leaves
I'm like McKibben on a bad day Are we worth saving?
Figure it out for yourself Are you worth it?
The door is on the south side
Are you coming in or what?
Do you want to talk? Do you want to borrow something?
A cup of something?
A manifesto? A reason for drawing the line?
Do you have a purpose?
Do you still go by your birth name?
Or your rebirth name?
Will you do me a favor? Will you let me name you?
Do you want to compare fears?
Do you like your manifesto? Do you like where you are standing?
Would you like to sit? Lie down?
Now that you are standing there I
Can barely see you I'm being honest
What color are you? What are you wearing? What
Are you thinking? What is your next demand?
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