in the toilet
and began vomiting
a forest of black bile
blacker than oil.
The wizard turns his back
to the baseball diamond,
"There's nothing I can do here."
"All these manic-depressive kids
are great artists.
And they're in good company:
Orson Welles was bipolar.
Or... no, he wasn't.
I'm trying to think of
who I'm trying to think of."
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