SMASH THIS ROOM AS AN ISLAND,
picture everything in
terms of husbands and wives, absolutes and nothings. Get away
from her, you crawling fiend! She has a right
to grin. Well,
dry me up and crush my arms. If you
would toss this guy off the plank >
if I could sail you through time and space. Snappy
looking dish. I can get
new arms. Cmere
Captain, the natives are restless.
Oh no!! Terrible desiccation!
Lets say you and I are marooned on a desert island.
Wait no.
Theres other people around, and mysterious places to go. Ah, I
know....
picture everything in
terms of husbands and wives, absolutes and nothings. Get away
from her, you crawling fiend! She has a right
to grin. Well,
dry me up and crush my arms. If you
would toss this guy off the plank >
if I could sail you through time and space. Snappy
looking dish. I can get
new arms. Cmere
Captain, the natives are restless.
Oh no!! Terrible desiccation!
Lets say you and I are marooned on a desert island.
Wait no.
Theres other people around, and mysterious places to go. Ah, I
know....
Or was it lives filled with apathy and a general malaise. Either/or.
I like the reversal at the end. It seems to echo a Beat sensibility; the work is a conversation. Not as thrilled with the binary in the opening stanza, but I can live with it to get into the delicious second.