My forehead is a lot bigger these days,
but it don’t mean my brain’s gotten any larger.
You won’t believe me,
but I remember this all happening before.
I know my welfare
is of no concern to congress,
but it matters to me,
nonetheless.
Rosy lips don’t mean much these days.
I’m a miracle of modern medicine,
the prized stallion of a multi-million dollar industry.
I don’t fear being put down for a lame leg.
I am in the garden of my life,
I can see the sun from wherever I can stand.
Fuck You, I’m taking the Bus!
I look at the TV,
I watch the news,
I don’t know who any of these people are,
I don’t know how they got there.
I already know who’s going to miss me,
when I’m gone.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
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how does it feel
ReplyDeleteto have already been missed
as if you were gone
given up for dead
or lost
or misplaced.
money often fails to retrieve
things that have real value.
like lovers lives
and livelihoods.
I think of all liberty
ReplyDeleteas liberty from uncertainty
& all trappings of man
as trappings of ignorance