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Newthing
Oh
if a book and
a CD
combined a Ziploc bag
were to come
and just hop the bucket
then what would come of the broken band,
fallen apart from use (or lack of use?)
when the world falls
to be sure, it will fall slowly
it will fall slowly, to be sure
a book told me I loved a boy
but the pages made shapes and wrinkles that told me
otherwise
and I longed for the truth
at just a push of a button a stand became real
the life became worth living,
worth a penny worth a dime worth a million dollars
a doll of a penny a doll of a nickel a doll of a million bajillion trillion gazillion
when you stood a booklet kept from standing
too eager
might I say
that the cords drooped
like dead tree limbs not yet dried
still vulnerable like the brain and its many sections
its many ways
the twisting, curving paths
like a labyrinth that holds me down
because I'm always holding it down down down down down
I fixed a strap to my wrist it was small
I fixed my hair up on my head nice and tall
the metronome kept my beat, uneven
it kept my beat uneven
until I was so drowned the words were all wrong
and the thing was blurred all wrong
and I was wrong, all along
even though that sticker had
a word
a phrase
and some strange squiggles of thought
I thought it would be good it would be fine
I knew they only wrinkled so far
and the flavours came in many
types of types of types of types of types
a broken record but it still makes the call
and the head it still sprays them all
and the phone it works through walls and walls and walls,
the cards are colored
and the meat's like stained glass
the pepper that penetrates the designs
red like blood fuschia like love pink like loss have I gone too far I always do...
but were a word and a phrase
from my elder poem
slice of cake
brothers to this newborn
newskin
newlife
newthing
but not all that new
the bag held its jaw wide open wide open
reach into me reach into me
s
se
see
see me
se me
s me
me
me
m
e
that's me.
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