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Jul 2014
Clear as a window
(well, I'll wipe it till its clean)
I will speak and I will listen
but I don't know what you mean
it gets hard to pinpoint exactly


where

                                       I

am.  


so I draw a map of landmarks
that is modeled after catscans
north is south is east is west
I'm used to it by now
if you try to play Columbus
you will most likely drown
go to town! ask the people what had happened to the clown
"he got up and left one day and didn't even make a sound...
but he's around
we hear him when he speaks inside our minds
never gives straight forward statements
just communicates with rhymes"
Yes
The loyal, happy townsfolk noticed, but they never said
that something poisonous made him delirious inside his head
instead of getting help, he just played what he was dealt
three 6s and a joker laughing all the way to hell
Most of my poems are about anxiety so here's another
Christian Bowman
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