Saturday, August 25, 2012

On Location


He doesn’t hear me crying in the other room

Because he nebulizes loud

And the tenant who manufactures air for him takes deep sighs

Tubes to the cannula hooked in his nose make no sound

But I have heard them for a long time now.

 

Even the friendliest cat was stunned.

 

Why don’t you talk to him?

Just be happy.

Don’t bother him about there’s smoke in the house.

Don’t bother.  Let him enjoy the time

The rest of the last part of the longest last meal

He’s been eating for ten years now

Can you imagine how hard it is for him not

To be able to breeeeeeeeeeethe.

Brought to the home courtesy metropolitan ambulance service.

And all possible of all possible agencies nice in their fields micro-specialists.

 

Why don’t you talk to him.

 

The monster wakes as to a fire alarm to my whisper his name

Unaware the fire is cold

The crimes bordered by miles of sea green looped sea creature,

Plastic snake trails down hallway

as well as violating most not all the off the beaten paths

breaking rules such as traveling both roads diverged in the sallow wood,

the one taken and the one not taken.

molesting miles of the weather map of our house

miles of the lines on our palms that make the weather map of this house.

Why don’t you talk to him?        

Don’t bother him.

1 comment:

  1. Amazingly psycho-pathological imagery. Almost makes me want to schedule an appointment with a psychiatrist or a dentist.

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