I am coming,
made of stardust
and the dust that escapes from vacuum-cleaner bags,
I am blowing.
I am rushed and roaring
like a waterfall
coming straight at you,
pushing ghosts out of my way. . .
I am spitting out the taste of middle-age,
hacking up the nutrasweet of misspent youth!
A little manic,
a little frantic,
a little righteous. . .
I have been lied to,
cheated and abused
but none of that has molded me!
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