YJHFMMI (1999)
I'm sitting in the dark,
cool green tablelight of my own mind
pouring out onto the floor.
Sometimes I think I’m crazy,
but its so cliched these days.
To be trendy, or hip.
Even shitting all over homeplate
has become passé.
I’m no expert
on the rational things people sing about
in bubblegum, and glue themselves
to the tops of flagpoles on the roof.
Sometimes the only thing i ever taste
is the cool bitter air on my skin.
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