HOW TO DISCARD THE LIFE YOU’VE NOW RUINED
Sneak in to the
“shame hole”
Remove the
squirming pink sack from the gray pelt
& put a second
body inside
or hang the body from
a telegraph wire that transmits instructions
to those who’ve drowned
in an automatic wind
while choking on
state-licensed vision cloths
Hang the loose skin
in a weeping museum
Use the smallest
bones as buttons
Sew the buttons
onto your face & pose in several helmets
Or collect the
larger bones & make a stylish 4’ x 6’ cage
Plant the
nerve-cords in window-boxes
Let them trail down
like vines outside your new home
In the evenings
Use the spine as a
flute to play
the soft nationalistic
marches of the “bodies without organs” collective
Make tiny beasts
out of the teeth & strands of black hair
Sew the animals
into your stomach
Advertise your
crimes as “the failings of a zoo”
Tack the two legs
onto your own hips &
gallop through zones of
agony
Now you’re a
four-legged animal downed in the onslaught
You’re a weeping brute
clogging the light-hole
in the eye of the sun
