i should be in advertising
incredible persuasion powers; i can
make even the tallest man blink,
twitch his eyebrows into chains.
that's impressive, doctor, you
learned when your first grade
teacher showed you the difference
between phonics and the rhymes
in your shakespeare dr. seuss
recess verses. oh, to yearn and
have a woman to soothe my nerves,
to be a crier in the days of the woe,
to flow with the atom bombs,
sprinkling sparks of showers
over the hiroshima cities. (oh
no, trouble in before, but not
now; i can feel it.) we want
parties, full of wine and great
lyricists, the people who know
how to turn words into goddamn
music boxes, replete with ballerinas.
oh, to the wonder of this system,
this great great stereo surrounding
the eiffel tower, surrounding mt.
st. helens as she explodes into me.
these structures, these amazing
philosophical ideas and legendary
creators of words, we drink them in,
we suck their desire into our bones,
until we learn how to change our
own bodies, elicit just that small
echo of response, the one where
everyone wants to know our names.