"in other homes, the children take the blame"
this seasons an Hysterical Lobotomy Jag
some Forced Monster/a Dinosaur of Love
but not in here so much
where
t. waits been growling stubble out a cornfield
for 4 days now
and
i can’t stop eating the wonderful spiced pork
in baby and unnoticed rebellion
i shave my head but not my face
shorn hair falls
bundles dark as flat brown mice
landing softly on the open paper
and
Ariel Sharon’s forgotten coma face
reborn enough for now
i lay in a hot bath turning quickly lobster-pig pink
sweat beading
on my beard/running into my ears
mesmerised
by
the
patterns on my old threadbare towels
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