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on the same day:

Journal of the sad sad boy

I didn't mean to pass you by
an arm's length in heaven
your still    puddles          make
          me less able to pull
your sad sad air
your sad sad           string
there is             is    to
                             be
nothing                              nothing

you're shipping your talent free
          of charge          w/no
          return address          i say
more sex would do the trick
cheer right up your garden path
you need          i'm serious   i say
more sex
                              i'll send you some
everything
                            i concur
does mean nothing
          
          i'm out of convincing recipes
funny how the sharks swarmed
          they said
          on the news
swarmed in the summery coast
i'm fed dandelions
and sunshine
                              like a well-cast movie

and the bus doesn't break down

wish you were here
dear