How do you spell your own
name without falling over
backwards? Desperate
to piece a Self together,
as it simultaneously unravels;

the floor is muddy
with wants, needs,
likes, dislikes

"I'm not that
kind of person"

leaks from the mouth
like gasoline from
an open sore
of a brand new car

And we limp
forward, as though
our souls were
built upon stilts

This is a good start,
mind you,

Because without
the trouble you don't
have the nightmare
and without the nightmare
you can't have a world
full of suffering, and without
the suffering...

There is no meaning

behind your name,

no sticky blue
plasma that emits
personality rays

Oh, you know,--

That poor ole thing we call

a soul.