Thursday, March 4, 2010

Poems three and four

On Volunteering

when the skin around your eyes peels back

into a mouth that chomps and slurps up

all the flesh to your neck

how will the pregnant lady know you’re trying to help

all that’s left is a white skull with eyes

that can’t shut anymore

Goodbye Leonard

they hollowed me out

stretched taut skin across

toracic cavity

when the drum beat

I asked them

to improve the sound

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