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2010-03-31 | |
today is a forest of silence
and I am the joker in drag,
I am the wondrous leech.
Mother, today I bought you flowers,
I bought you flowers but I can’t remember
where I’ve been for the past 2 hours
or why I am stark naked
and cold as glass.
today the words don’t stick
to my inside like they used to.
I hate my teeth.
I bite when I kiss.
I wish I could melt into the scenery,
melt into this faux-leather chair
and become a neon sign that says
WILLING TO PERFORM TAXIDERMY ON SELF FOR A COUPLE OF HUGS.
these smears of lipstick
this tightrope march over my own sleepless form â€“
they’re not helping either, and â€“
-- doctor, doctor? --
today the world fell away like a pair
of old pants.
these could be anyone’s legs.
instead they are mine and paint-white
and wrapped around
the amphibious shape of a boy.
Mother, Mother, happy birthday, and thank
you for this lust for loudness.
thank you for a name I can’t pronounce,
a name I can’t down to get drunk,
thank you and please turn off the light.
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