Fragmented
for T.S. Eliot
Just cut me in two, will you?
Or
Staple that stain to my sleeve, Barbie Q.
burger shack in St. Lou.
And then tie a rolled trouser leg around Oxford.
Or
You could just set ablaze
the war zone I had paved
and all the muck I sorted through-
Ruin me.
Me.-
Fragmented but vaguely familiar.
Stagnated but achingly delicate.
I hear the words of silly women
traveling in hives, buzz, buzz, buzz
what are they saying about me?
“...birth, death, and copulation”
I say under my breath.
"That is all there is."
So just cut me in half- fragmented.
Me.-
Fragmented but vaguely familiar.
Stagnated but achingly delicate.
Some would say I loved myself too much.
Whoever that was.
A man who feared women in drawing rooms.
Me.-
Fragmented but vaguely familiar.
Stagnated but achingly delicate.
A “self-conscience and make-believe Englishman.”
Thursday, April 22, 2010
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