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.