as simple as that:
Motivation, cousin to Muse
scratched my back up and
left scraps of perforated
sheets of a strongly pulped
mess, so I turned to tricks
wires and proper tenses
to prick my ring fingers,
to structure a spill
to spit some fucking thing out
what comes
to mind:
grandpa and his diabetis--
grandpa and his hemmahroids:
the holiday-lookalike, the enabler
left twin miseries opon a skin
wrapped with an easy bubble
beneath hisself.
and
all
i
did
was
stare.
grandma and her crooked mouth
grandma and her upset eyes
whisked him away behind their
walls of appliances and plastic smelling
doors, and with her magic wand(a
cloth surrounding a rod) the nurse
nose high elbows out lips pursed
made a cooled gloom
Vanish.
