long pity poem 3-16-01



I'm borken

So I guess I'm lucky

strangers will fix me.

First my heart

then my coc k

someday my eyes.

Maybe they can make me taller wiser

Happier

without drugs.

Rub my brain

soak it all night rusty bathtup boken sink

extra special chemicals.

Ah, throw the whole fuckin mess out!

I'm becoming a 1987 Volvo station wagon

one thing fixed another breaks.

Everyone is so helpful

their parents grandparents great-grandparents

had what I'm having

like breakfast at Denny's.