Spartan Bar

Friday, October 09, 2026

It occurred to me that your previous verse could be adapted to mine, Jymn:

I don't need to slash the night
To violate it with my light
The moon's already made it's stroke
Kids, don't smoke

There are no two sides to this argument
It's a perfect sphere of jelly fat
Extruded from a tube of blind faith

I've tasted hunger, felt the tooth
Saw spectral figures from my youth
In dreams, then I awoke
Kids, don't smoke

I will not slash the night

With my bright light

It's the moon's job

To violate, penetrate

And reveal

Step by step

And back again.

I'm trying to tell you something,

So you understand.

Meaning by telling.

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I'm barking at one who's come uninvited.

Warning, a challenge, an objection.

I hope it works.

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Sleeping's also a nice way to live.