Trying To Remember This Poem

I'm trying to remember this poem
I came up with in my head today
when I was doing my mumbling
autistic dance.  It was quite pretty
and dis
           jointed like the letter "Z."
It had all these fragmentations
and pauses; a kind of "coherence
through incoherence" thing (O Snap!
Captain Contradiction adds another
mushroom to his collection).  and so

I'm writing.  I'm writing and it's giving
me this

H
U
G
E

boost in self-confidence - well now its
gone because I've acknowledged it
(Mushroom 643). But fuck it

anyway, this whole last week I
couldn't write because my Hamster
died and his wheel died and them
dying subsequently killed the whole
ambience-thing I had going in my room
[aha!  that's why my hamster died
(Mushroom 536).  

Sorry, if my MLA citations are a little off
today!].  I was real torn up about the whole
incident.  Literally, every day I'd go
in my room and tell all my problems
to Jesus (Mushroom 87).  I yakked and
yakked, but didn't offer him a glass of
water or a cup of tea or nothing.
Consequently, the only thing I got out
of Jesus was his best Yul Brynner
impersonation.  I didn't understand at
first but now I do, or do I? (Mushroom 7)

I don't know.  I suppose I'd like to think
that I'm learning in a linear pattern.  I
like the learning-from-mistakes-and-growing-
scabs view to life a whole lot better than
the Mushroom Kaleidoscope.  You know what
I mean?  Oh yeah

Of course you don't (Mushroom 4).
I wish I could remember that poem.