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There have been occasions Of myself falling into myself, As if a manhole cover was Purposefully left out of place, When firm footing is suddenly not And the pit of my stomach Lodges in my throat, gulping to get out And up and away, There have been occasions Of myself despising myself, And I contrive desperate Ways of spitting myself in the face, Like nocturnal sled rides Down the steepness of my decline, Then when the speed and pitch are right To bring suitable gust, just hock it up And not away, but briefly out of me, Long enough to feel the difference Before I catch up with that globular Release, then: smack, And I recall why I spit it in the first place, Contrast has a way of bringing me back, Righting my keel so I dont over Do the doom and gloom parties Having a guest list of one, Because when I arrive fashionably late, I am so very seldom impressed, Its on those occasions That being pitiful and full of vinegar Really stands out as a waste, Like checking my email every five minutes, Hoping some she-surfer Liked the look of my digitized face and my witty quotes And the most recent novel Ive read, Or maybe just by chance clicked on the profiles I post, That really just say: lonely Between those well thought out lines of poetry And likes and dislikes and dissertations On my height and weight, Its thoughts and days like that, Yeah just like that, But occasionally, man Its moon dances and hot springs, Boiling with lunar buoyancy, Its hell yes fused with fuck yeah, Rip roar motivation that makes my Milquetoast alter ego look like The flimsy shell encasing a hurtling egg, Flying at the face of futility, Its rage at the gentling razor keen to Clip me with neutrality, It's striving to make this the mostly, Not just the occasional reprieve