[darling can you kill me:  with your mickeymouse pillows]



darling can you kill me:  with your mickeymouse pillows
when I'm a meager man.    with your exhaust pipe and hose

could you put me out:  when I'm a mite a splinter a grain
a tatter a snip a sliver a whit a tittle.    habited by pain.

would you bop me on the noggin:  with a two by four
the trifle of me pissing myself.    slobbering infantile:  or

wheezing in an oxygen tent.    won't you shut off the tank
mightn't you disconnect the plug:  give the cord a proper yank

when I lose the feeling in my legs.    when my hands won't grip
and I'm a thread a reed a wrack a ruin:  of clap and flux and grippe

with your smack connections could you dose me.    as I start my decline
would you put a bullet through me.    angel:  no light left that is mine.

     --D.A. Powell, Cocktails
     copyright D.A. Powell 2004.

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