Long Knives

9/20/90

sometimes I wonder

if its you that’s

making me stupid

make me forget

where I put my

car keys

make me drive you

to all the way

to the beach, then

swim around and

go home without

even getting wet.

smarts

maybe its your

make my brains

run out my ears

make my gray

~~&~~ matter turn to

dry concrete,

my cerebralness

loose my long knife

again, nothing left

for to impale,

un out my ears

like a photograph of

my infancy

(I forget where I put

my keys)

Gooey knowledge

drip down my shoulders

stain my shirt

drip drops on my

shoes, I can’t find

my keys,

~~maybe its you~~

maybe its something

else, or maybe its

you.