By the guppy
Date: 27 January 2001
building
the magic in the wiper blades
streaks within the light
i try to strike another match
but it will not ignite
i rub it to the cardboard core
and curse my striking ways
butane is in my future
lend a suture
someday i will surely blaze
the banquet in my honor
will be held upon a peak
above, the vultures starving
below, i'll calmly speak
i'll cite both rhyme and reason
method in madness show
and of the nights of wiper blades
and sutures made
they will never know
but i will...
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