congolese karoway and
snappy dragons
all tied up in a row next to the mailbox
she loves me, she loves me not
dusty porch swing
did somebody say mailman
snap my head around and
freddy's old green bicycle
fat tires showing grey thread
worn through from a thousand
useless conversations with
the voices in his head
hyperactive brain core they call it now
and damn
isn't it just like them to take the mystery out of
one more piece of the cosmic puzzle
madness used to be fun
horror tinged mocking laughter cause
it might be catching
like some virus like that time jennifer
didn't come home from camp
and no more playing doctor back of the
warner's house
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