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What's missing is the eyeballsin each of us, but it doesn't matterbecause you've got the bucks, the bucks, the bucks
You let me touch them, fondle the green faceslick at their numbers and it lets you bemy "Daddy
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I have gone out, a possessed witch,haunting the black air, braver at night;dreaming evil,
I have done my hitchover the plain houses, light by light:lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind
A woman like that is not a woman, quite
I...
Put on a clean shirtbefore you die, some Russian said
Nothing with drool, please,no egg spots, no blood,no sweat, no sperm
You want me clean,
God,so I'll try to comply
It is in the small things we see it
The child's first step,as awesome as an earthquake
The first time you rode a bike,wallowing up the sidewalk
The first spanking when your heartwent on a journey all alone
Some women marry houses
It's another kind of skin; it has a heart, a mouth, a liver and bowel movements
The walls are permanent and pink
See how she sits on her knees all day, faithfully washing herself down
You always read about it:the plumber with the twelve childrenwho wins the Irish Sweepstakes
From toilets to riches
That story
Or the nursemaid,some luscious sweet from Denmarkwho captures the oldest son's diapers to Dior
Some ghosts are women,neither abstract nor pale,their breasts as limp as killed fish
Not witches, but ghostswho come, moving their useless armslike forsaken servants
Not all ghosts are women,
I have seen others;fat, white-bellied me...
You are the roast beef I have purchasedand I stuff you with my very own onion
You are a boat I have rented by the hourand I steer you with my rage until you run aground
You are a glass that I have paid to shatterand I swallow the pieces ...
Roach, foulest of creatures, who attacks with yellow teeth and an army of cousins big as shoes, you are lumps of coal that are mechanized and when I turn on the light you scuttle into the corners and there is this hiss upon the land
Yet I kno...
Considera girl who keeps slipping off,arms limp as old carrots,into the hypnotist's trance,into a spirit worldspeaking with the gift of tongues
She is stuck in the time machine,suddenly two years old sucking her thumb,as inward as a snail,lea...
(from a song)Perhaps I was born kneeling,born coughing on the long winter,born expecting the kiss of mercy,born with a passion for quicknessand yet, as things progressed,
I learned early about the stockadeor taken out, the fume of the enema
I was tired of being a woman,tired of the spoons and the post,tired of my mouth and my breasts,tired of the cosmetics and the silks
There were still men who sat at my table,circled around the bowl I offered up
The bowl was filled with pu...