8996. SO I GET THAT FEELING AGAIN

SO I GET THAT 

FEELING AGAIN

So I get that feeling again that

I'm going half crazy, half off, half

on, like a supermarket drumbeat

saffron coated periwinkle rice ball

edging ever closer to destruction.

-

So I get that feeling again that

I'm running too lose at the lips with

the edge of the eye seeing fiercely

long items of cabana-blades and

ice-sculpted glimmers. Nothing

to go with but the leave and be.

-

So  -  and here's where I give it up  -

I realize the cold is just breaking

my blades and a fingernail knife

just won't do, and I take the next

taxi to Sailor's Snug Harbor, and

it WILL just have to do.

-

But alack and alas once more it will

still just come back at me how people

don't understand what I'm writing

and when they do it makes little

sense and I can only reply this is

blood in my eye and the last

good refuge of a scoundrel guy.

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And then they reply : there are

psycho wards full of your kind

Buddy Boy don't get wise. I want

to tell them their grammar sucks,

but I figure I better just leave it

alone. So, I get that feeling 

again that I'm going.....