Doll Parts

I don’t like dolls.

But it’s ok… isn’t it?

I frequently get off on failure.

I am a dog

living in a doll house.

Almost every other one has a raised skirt

and all laugh the right way.

Not me you know.

Excuse you.

Go back to being smart.

FLESH

I

   could never be anorexic.

You would only have my hair to hold.

                                                 To pull.

I would feel like a skinny river.

Enough to drink…

                                …but not enough to get you drunk.

All of my bones would reach the shore too soon

exposing my empty shells that once housed flesh.

Left Handed

Inclined to insincere sensuality

                  Freedom from occupation

Legalizing a human parasite

                  Blood-sucking legislature

A body of soldiers strong and unlucky

                  Pertaining to the direction of falling behind

Abandon death authoritatively

                  Prepare the skin of a legitimate man

Flavored with lemon and stomach acid

                  Six thousand men are split into halves

Anything that works a general change

                  An awkward sleight of hand is easily read

One nation unlawfully begotten

                   A marvelous and romantic leech



The Condition

The striking of one body against another,

Possessing every excellence

so as to leave nothing wanting.

Occurring at regular intervals is time.

Time at which everything ends.

Faithlessness, when carelessly performed                      

 by a descendent of fallen angels

violates perfect treachery.

One who trades with bones

is one who perfects faithless trust.

The moon's orbit is tapping upon the mind.

It surrounds the cranium

and forces a pleasant loss of ruin.