you
threw me into the waves
and made me thank you
for pulling me out
before i drowned.

it whispers playful musings
it sings songs--
like an old friend--
it sings songs
it muses about the end

it is the dilemma in knowing
that the drink which leaves you
frothing at the mouth
bleeding out the eyes
tastes like the best worst thing
tastes like the most saccharine--

it is the agony in knowing
that to drink it once means
to leave something unsaid
to leave the door open
and the gas on
to leave the static buzzing
and a baby crying
and the faucet running
and someone wondering--

Boogie oogie oogie man
flashing, grinning,
dancing man
bearing teeth
gnashing, gnashing, gnawing meat

*****-y man
with your grin that holds ten thousand teeth
and your chin from which
red blood drips sticky and sweet

BOO!

Boogie oogie oogie,
Mr. Boogie man
Dance with limbs that
twist and bend
and snap and crack
and thwip and thwack

Snap--
your fingers, Mr. Boogie man!
And slap your thighs
And clap your hands
Won't you join me in this dance?

And won't you stroke my face?
And kiss my cheek?
And bite my neck?
And drink my red blood so sweet?

And won't you,
with your ten thousand teeth,
devour my heart
as you feast, feast feast...

Oh, Mr. Boogie oogie oogie man
Let us dance the night away!
Your broken fingers can hold my back
as my snapping bones
go thwack, thwack, thwack

And I'll wipe the blood from my eyes
And I'll wipe the tears from my heart
And we'll boogie oogie oogie
Til death lets me part