After long hiatus
the stomach worm returns
nothing I’m not used to
though it vexes and burns
and it takes me back to old haunts
and memories long archived
I’ve known it since I was a child
and what the hell, I survived
still in the grips of madness
I recognize its hue
and the worm must be a gift of God
a spike to push the message through
but though my eyes are leaking
and the pain’s from tip to toe
there’s a little crazy left yet to extract
so on and on and on I go
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