Spitting
Out
a
Bobby John Press
Poetic Libretto
Marvinlouis
Surely
some
of
you
will
think
i
am
this
crazy
drunk
guy
as
you
hear
me
coming
apart
at
seams
don’t
have
foggi-
est
idea
don’t
know
or
why
don’t
have
damn
clue
to
what
i’m
doin
with
all
these
damn
words
bein
not
so far
stood
yester-
day
standing
in
front of
crowd
sharing
more
than just
my
name
walkin
through
flames
makin
no
eye
con-
tact
its
still
so
strange
seeing
me
this
way
who
can
see
fig-
ment
of
my
imagin-
ation
who
can
see
pass
con-
fusion
sense-
less
problems
who
can
see
past
dark-
ness
of
my
skin
had
this
dream
world
color
blind
night-
mare
the
crap
was
real
my
eyes
wide
o-
pen
but
they
couldn’t
see
found
door
to-
other
side
couldn’t
find
key
sud-
denly
was
shook
wide
a-
wake
by
the
sound
of
my
voice
screa-
ming
i
had
seen
my-
self
sear-
chin
for
some-
one
called
me
Step-
ping
out
in-
to
my
own
pickin
up
scat-
tered
pieces
by
my-
self
but
not
a-
lone
there’s
no
cure
for
this
dis-
ease
so
please
pray
for
me
don’t
shed
any
tears
or
worry
about
days
daring
my-
self
to
own
words
so
you
can
feel what
i’m
tryin ta say
like
flock
in
sky
all
to-
gether
me
my-
self
with
constellations
filled
with stars
waiting
for
another
standing-
ovation
sensation
only
to
be
felt
once
we
have
no
hands
who
can
sit
quietly
glan-
cing
back
at
not
a-
thing
be
happy
with
what
eyes
see
is
it
only
me
an-
tici-
pating
things
ta
come
i’m
tryin
ta
fly
a
way
hate
look-
ing
in-
to
mirror
hate
look-
ing
in-
to
the
things
called
my
eyes
hate
reflec-
tion
starin
back
at
me
bein
off
the
path
lost
fal-
ling
how
many
times
who
was
blessed
to
get
back
up
like
tree
stump
has
a hard
time
ta grow
knowing
it was
meant
ta
touch
sky
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