There's no way to avoid it,
and that what makes it so impressive.
I think of how, as a toddler,
I would scrape my knees, flailing
with other brats inside polyurethane tubes
covered in yellow,
blue, and lime-green
lead-based paints
It's that kind of recklessness
that powers this naked machine,
an endless series of tubes.
And I learned from this.
Not just how to crawl
on my hands and knees,
but to elbow my way up
just to slide for the exit after
wading through a ball-pit. And now,
I can type the word "polyurethane"
with my left hand
and masturbate with my right,
simultaneously, with gusto.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
You're Helping Me
For every dollar you spend,
I grow a finger
For every cough you suppress,
my mother sends a keychain
For every puddle you jump,
Jeremy gives me a cigarette
For every cigarette you lend,
you give it to me
For all of your cancer,
my lungs turn to crystal
For every hospital you've bombed,
I sleep easier at night
For every doctor you've punched,
my body fights off infection
For all of your fears,
I trade my fears.
When you are dying,
I am still dying.
I grow a finger
For every cough you suppress,
my mother sends a keychain
For every puddle you jump,
Jeremy gives me a cigarette
For every cigarette you lend,
you give it to me
For all of your cancer,
my lungs turn to crystal
For every hospital you've bombed,
I sleep easier at night
For every doctor you've punched,
my body fights off infection
For all of your fears,
I trade my fears.
When you are dying,
I am still dying.
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