Sep 19, 2009 08:19
false starts for poem
Like pain we ease debt
with alcohol
talking about other things
and obsession until the idea becomes
its own object
surplanting the real
like death,
an idea of abyss
My broken tooth
is not be appeased
upon hearing that the dentist
is on vacation
the real poem draft
Like pain, debt is assuaged
with a cocktail or whisky
depending on the severity
and whether it's purely psychological
or there's a bloody
bill past due
tooth decay crippled
credit score
cankerous cantankerous
craters and collectors
that ooze pussy reminders
despite my best avoidance
dancing like I've still got
both feet
on the ground
my abyss never looked so carnivale
suspended between life and death
some acuteness of both
heightened with application
of pressure to return what is owed
to some bank's aging angry gods
wanting reimbursement after miracles rendered
but for which I never prayed.