The Velvet Paranoia
Boy, you’re all really out to get me, aren’t you?
I know because of the velvet serpentine a river
would make, if there were enough rain to make
a river. I know you’re out to get me because if
you weren’t you’d bake me a red velvet cake.
Which is a favorite of dock workers & their stolen
nights. Come to think of it, that hook they use
to pull packages, the one Brando laces across
his shoulder when he bunges up the courage to
go back to work at the end of On the Waterfront,
THAT kind of leisurely gaff, that’s also how I know
you’re out to get me. The bent needle stitching
together the two velvety halves of flesh inside
my wound. The wound you made trying to get me.
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1 comment:
gotta sharpen that gaffer up first
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