Friday, September 11, 2009

For My Friends Who Are Sick (Like Me)

Go to the Casket Queen now, there's no time!

There's no time,
when sapped of mortal energy
the casket queen
is a beckoning.

Why me?

Poh wee-wee
caught neath covers
with dis hich-up
or dey coughs cuh cuh hut hut
cuh cuh hut hut.
Foh wee-wee.

But that's the truth isn't it?
I'm 103 degrees F and it's only
21 Degrees C out there.
I'm lying naked cause
My body burnt off its clothes.

poo-head my head's
a poo-poo-wee
oowwwwieee.

Yeah that last line's
botched.
How did I get here?
It wasn't by taxi.
I would have remembered
bailing without paying.

Spinny room
round and round
round and round
spinny room lost
then found
then not found
end found round.

My mucus is
like a shock of hot piss syrup
down my esophegus
and I've been balled up
on my bed tearying up
for 2 hours straight
because I know I won't survive
to write that preceding simile somewhere,
somewhere my boss can find it.

Go to the Casket Queen now, there's no time!

Why me?

I'm patenting this bed,
it's a toilet-chew toy
barf bag that you can sleep on.
Edison can suck it.

Go to the Casket Queen now, there's no time!

I know I'm being sucked somewhere,
where colors are brightly dull--
--That's the Queen's tricks,
and they're not cheap.
I asked her if I could know her secrets,
last year.

She told me to shuv it.

Go to the Casket Queen now, there's no time!

I've shuved it sideways,
upways, downtown, up over,
and you know something?
I feel better.

Cuh cuh hut hut.

Go to the Casket Queen now, there's no time!

Tell my wife and kids that I . . . hooowahhhh

Go to the Casket Queen now, there's no time!

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