exaspéré, exaspéré! (brucevbracken) wrote in slamnation,
exaspéré, exaspéré!
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SNEEZING BACKWARDS

SNEEZING BACKWARDS

I SNEEZED BACKWARDS, LIKE THE VACUUM OF SPACE,
LIKE THE LIGHTBULB THAT BURNS OUT IN YOUR HEAD
WHEN YOU SLAM IT TOO HARD AGAINST THE FLOOR.
THIS WAS HOW I TRIED TO DISPROVE MYSELF.

LIKE THE LIGHTBULB THAT BURNS OUT IN YOUR HEAD,
I TRIED TO DE-CONTROL MY SUBSTANCES.
THIS WAS HOW I TRIED TO DISPROVE MYSELF,
TO AVOID YOUR POP-PSYCH TOILET CLICHÉS.

I TRIED TO DE-CONTROL MY SUBSTANCES,
WORKED HARD TO BE YOUR BEST DROWNING VICTIM.
TO AVOID YOUR POP-PSYCH TOILET CLICHÉS,
I CAR-BOMBED MY SOUL IN YOUR SQUALOR CULT.

WORKED HARD TO BE YOUR BEST DROWNING VICTIM,
SO I COULD IMPRESS YOU WITH MY BLUE LIDS.
I CAR-BOMBED MY SOUL IN YOUR SQUALOR CULT.
DIDN'T I STICK OUT LIKE A GOOD MANDRILL?

I TRIED TO IMPRESS YOU WITH MY BLUE LIDS.
I WAS THE ONE THEY LEFT AT THE BOTTOM.
DIDN'T I STICK OUT LIKE A GOOD MANDRILL?
I WAS JUST THE FRESH MEAT FOR YOUR SANDWICH.

I WAS THE ONE THEY LEFT AT THE BOTTOM,
THE LATEST STANDARD-ISSUE POLOCK JOKE.
I WAS JUST THE FRESH MEAT FOR YOUR SANDWICH,
THE UNSUNG BOSTON WAITRESS' REQUIEM.

© 2010 BRUCE V. BRACKEN

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