Sediment for the Sane

November 20, 2009

I was the only one getting high
When we heard that you had gone away
All they had to say is that
You were a restless wild one
A bit too young to know the meaning of humanity
Since it’s such a travesty to leave, but
There is no exit and the age of reason
Cries for nausea and three other ways
To guard yourself against forgetting
About the decline and fall of your mind
On the confrontational stage.

I had a crazy dream in the summer
I was sediment for the sane
Who let Jean Paul sleep on a bench
With the vagabond thief Genet.

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