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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3558 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Kevorkian Theory Karen L. Monahan Twenty years, twenty long years I've shared with you and now I am astonished. Your suggestion? A gun for protection. Good one! Place it in the nightstand close at hand, next to the rope strangling my vibrator. Does it hurt? Sometimes when I think, razor blades slice the time from my watch. Warm weather friends gather around my stove. to smell the fumes of apple strudel. They wait for my crust to crumble, to fall, as they pretend to wipe product from their hands. Think of me as Mr. Ed. I broke a leg. Stuff me like Trigger, quick and easy. A hair behind the ear and sound is clearly defined. I need my eyes to know the final scene. This storybook page stuck between the last two sheets of verse. I'm sleepy from the singsong rhyme on this bro ken record. Skipping past the hopscotch. I'll take a double, please. Make it two, in a shattered glass, slightly shaken– stirred like curiosity. My father and his father too wore a bible-bandage, a tourniquet that never worked for me. This mind, my head lags in a place far behind. It's all the whore-moans, I'm sure. I'm different from the average bear. Much like a beaver ensnared, one foot beyond madness I gnaw this chain, impaired, this wilderness will never accept me as I am, so will I ever be. Doctor do little, but please do it right. |
