May 20, 2012
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He envied a non-existent Waste-Man
who was reincarnated as acid rain
and stained his jacket with nostalgia
then forced it away with Novocain

He clung to memories of a time
When time was never of the essence
When they did not silence him with pills-
a time before adolescence

When Waste-Man was "imagination",
rather than evidence of insanity,
but pleasure and joy
were soon replaced with hollow vanity

Now his mind is an abyss
where Waste-Man weeps
and within his stained jacket,
the shadow of a young boy sleeps

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