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folk yak at me but their words got no life

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Walking an alternate reality since doctor called Tuesday saying he wasn’t going to cut me open Thursdayday after all, so today I walk in sun rather than haze under pain meds in hospital while wearing hard collar to keep two metal neck rods from moving.

Operation still likely to happen this summer once they rule out low B-12 as the culprit. Hope I’m wrong. Hope we don’t have to steel ourselves for neck spine surgery again later, but right now quite glad I’m uncut.

Slow Talkin’ Blues

Well I talk to myself
I answer too
yes I talk to myself
and answer too
no one understands
why I do what I do

Moon up high
covers cold cold ground
yes moon up sky
casts no warmth down
if I don’t talk to myself
won’t be no sound

Folk yak at me
but their words got no life
yes folk flap their if
make whole buncha strife
so I gotta ask
why you spout such tripe?

You got a mouth even a mother
wouldn’t want to kiss
you talking crap that smothers
much kinder bliss
so why you wanna
fuck around like this?

– Smith, 4.23.2016

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