Chapter XLII

Bell Jar

Living in my own bell jar,

The universe was only joking

These last twenty years.

The misery and pain were a

Sick joke, the universe wanted

Me to know.

Now your in the club,

Wide eyed and suicidal,

Test tube waste;

Taste my metal,

These things we remember,

Lonely, isolated, the grim humor;

If you hear the stars laughing,

Your closer.

Full moon eclipse, breath in

That number thirteen.

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Finish this with mercury.

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Now forty-one and a fool

I rush head long to open my

Mouth a little wider,

For my foot isn’t big enough.