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If I knew more of knots
I would take every needle,
Knitting, or otherwise,
And put Gordias to shame.
Throbbing behind the
Right eye
Indicates an
Invasion, a
Rap, a tap, a
Rape of the mind, or, at least its
Eye.
You put action out of reach
Every time you cut.
Cross my heart,
Hope to to die,
Sticking needles in our eyes
Cripples as surely as the
Snapping of
Bones
And
Spines
And I'd find another method if
Eyes were you,
Which they're not.
Did you rearrange this face
Before or after you cursed me with the
Moon?
Did you chisel more than gray matter
Before christening this ship,
This statue,
This vessel.
Don't mean to be redundant.
Talk about curses,
I've got five pounding headaches
In a one pound town.
Down around the corner
They're selling wings behind my back.
Bat boy was the only true story
Covered by The Enquirer.
Have fangs, will travel
To other worlds.
Would you care to join me?
Just nail your folds to a wall and
Spread them out.
Stretch them out like
Mercator,
Gator.
Tick tock tick.
Time bites you in the ass every time.
Wouldn't it be nice to be immune?
I'll let you know, next time they pull my bones from the freezer and
Stick me in a new pot.
Some trees take root,
Some trees walk,
Some trees run the whole damn town.
Some trees swing their arms till fruit rains from above,
Till seeds blind your eyes,
Till branches creak and
Trunks groan
A song to be sung 'round the world.
Plucked an apple from the tree
On the advice from a split-tongued angel.
Instead of taking a bite,
I stuck my ear to the side and
I swear to Christ
I heard the ocean talking to me.
She had the voice of my Mother.
Do you know what she said?
One.
Won?
Wan.

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