Screaming Thomas Pynchon and the battle of 3:40am

November 4, 2017

I headed out at 3am

Olanzapine sending its regards

from the waste paper bin

I resolved a new life mission

To defeat the blasted cars

Confound their wretched headlights

and Scatter the drivers

the photons invade my retinas

They hijack my nerves

Break up my brainwaves

I give them what they deserve

Suddenly, a great notion

You're working on their behalf

You call yourself a doctor

But that's not what your friends are saying

Don't act like you didn't know I would come back to this:

Science fiction, streetlights and never calming
back down again

No matter what you or anyone else says

I'm determined this time to conquer you all

''Oh you should have seen yourself

Rolling and screaming across the road

Screaming Thomas Pynchon

We were all so worried

We hope you'll get better soon''

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