The Other Nick
I am ahead of you on the crazy poem
I wrote a little crazy poem Nick
Toothbrushes, hurt, choking on the edges of desperation.
Mushy hunger frowning in the arrogance of the cliff.
Fields of nervous hunger, valleys of depressed death.
I'd whisper with wit, but I've lost all fear.
Silky, somber, I concede and eat my stamina,
But a millennium of hunger shoots all.
I cry. I jump. I roll.
The hideous slugs of shyness rescue my dreams.
All is greasy.
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