Green as Halitosis

…alas, my ambitious youth, when I had the confidence (or ignorance; same difference) to fuck like a mensch!

Before reading and writing and thinking became shameful things, especially if funny or subversive or rhythmically inclined, as opposed to (official) narrative-defined, or said stuff nobody wanted the fuck to hear, or wouldn’t tow the line among the Established Professional Avant Garde Guildersburghur committee poets… before my green under the apple bows youth became gangrene, snot green, puke-green, green like ectoplasm, green like halitosis…green as the old fart I’ve become — like, literally, flash-zoom-overnight, man. Like, poof! You know?

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