Monday, December 28, 2009

Self Reflection with Oscar

Something wild told me sin is taking advice,
tainting my pure comfy cotton candy spirit-
a rather queer wild thing that one is-
If so, Dante didn't think big enough in his Inferno,
he hadn't met me.

Cut open my gut and you'll find yellowed pages,
reels of film, and a liver that drowned during an overdose
before I was of age.

But if there is no hope,
an autobiography of confession seems immoral,
then let me smoke my skin dry,
and at least I'll smile,
until these Cro-Magnon teeth of mine off themselves.

I'm a product of immigration and imagination,
with faith in faithlessness.
The wild things fester in civility, and I'm a victim.
At least I'm drunk.


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