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May 13, 2015 | Poetry | 0 comments

pneumatic!
there was go in my ego
and once it deflated
i stopped!

bipolar is a hurricane
but parts of mania
are the quiet and peace
of the eye of the storm

(couldn’t make religion work
despite it being shoved down my throat)
i wasn’t able
to get square thoughts
to fit into round holes
in my brain

the gospel is fresh water
to those who are being redeemed
and salt water
to those who are perishing

God is like a porcupine
try to pursue him while his back is turned to you
and you will hurt

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