click
and another camera shy junkie
makes his appearance known
to the general public
welcome back
another time
running out for this one
won’t last as long as the last
journey he was told
where to stick it
like your thumb and hit the road
bending but it will not break
for lunch doesn’t satisfy his hunger
deep down inside he itches for more
and can’t get enough
to make anyone else turn blue
in the face the fact of what’s the matter
so gray in the brain no longer rational
thought process lost in the world
where he doesn’t matter more
than anyone else or the dung riding fly
paper airplane stuck to the hands
on a broken clock no longer telling
what’s to be told and every day
feels like a lifetime
at the bottom with no end in sight
for sore throat gone after three days
rose from the dead of winter
those flakes seem real to him right now
nothing has changed
someone will be there
to get him the set list
will they make the call
rowing down the river
where nothing is really real
it’s all in his mind
and he will be famous
long after he is dead…
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