Poetry
YOSSARIAN!!!(?)!!
I’m so sorry for everything.
I just want to make you happy.
Please tell me how.
Please teach me to cry again.
My guts are a great arid desert.
My eyes are torrid wells.
My body remembers it, only faintly,
Like in a dream, when you get déjà vu.
Ten minutes until death.
And my pen is still as dry as my cheeks.
Dry as my brain, my mouth, my fingers.
I am a dry girl.
A dry god.
With a half-hour of life left to go.
I ALREADY SAID I DON’T KNOW
I’m sorry.
I lied.
I don’t really remember it at all.
What’s it like?
Does it make you happy?
Does it hurt the first time?
How does it work?
Is it addictive?
Can others do it with you?
Or is it always done alone,
In the wild dark,
With the doors shut and the windows open,
With nobody at home?
GOOD VARIANCE
Can I be saved anymore?
Is it possible?
Please god,
Ra, Jehova, Zeus, Odin
Anyone.
Uncork my eyes and send rain.
So much complexity, so much seriousness
In one so ineffably
Young
One word can’t describe a person,
But two can
If that person selects it-
Them-
Themselves.
Peaches and rope
Snails and teeth
Habit and hate
And humanity
Maybe it
Will finish to-
Morrow.
Or today or it
Even could hav-
E finished
Yesterday.
For all I know or care.
Fifteen minutes
Three lines, two
One
Zero.
You are so dead.
I’m so sorry for everything.
I just want to make you happy.
Please tell me how.
Please teach me to cry again.
My guts are a great arid desert.
My eyes are torrid wells.
My body remembers it, only faintly,
Like in a dream, when you get déjà vu.
Ten minutes until death.
And my pen is still as dry as my cheeks.
Dry as my brain, my mouth, my fingers.
I am a dry girl.
A dry god.
With a half-hour of life left to go.
I ALREADY SAID I DON’T KNOW
I’m sorry.
I lied.
I don’t really remember it at all.
What’s it like?
Does it make you happy?
Does it hurt the first time?
How does it work?
Is it addictive?
Can others do it with you?
Or is it always done alone,
In the wild dark,
With the doors shut and the windows open,
With nobody at home?
GOOD VARIANCE
Can I be saved anymore?
Is it possible?
Please god,
Ra, Jehova, Zeus, Odin
Anyone.
Uncork my eyes and send rain.
So much complexity, so much seriousness
In one so ineffably
Young
One word can’t describe a person,
But two can
If that person selects it-
Them-
Themselves.
Peaches and rope
Snails and teeth
Habit and hate
And humanity
Maybe it
Will finish to-
Morrow.
Or today or it
Even could hav-
E finished
Yesterday.
For all I know or care.
Fifteen minutes
Three lines, two
One
Zero.
You are so dead.