Sloppy

by line dry only

smart sassy silly sexy sloppy
sloppy sass silly sex
all these snake letters are
twistin up your insides

would you turn them out for a physical?
the docter'll see you now

cancer cave crying cancer
crying cancer
cancer.

why did they always try to tell me that you would be the last to go?

i knew you were smart
but
i knew you were human

our vivacious vibrant video perfect attributes
mighta helped me train my naked eye

but what's the point of debating the topic of

you

anymore?

i could perfectly sit down,
write a
pretty papered penciled in plastic
perfect
letter

and i'd still get ink blots on the page
from all the lead i used writing it

sloppy
shitty
scratchy
sexy
succumb
sit down
sister
suckah

i went downtown the other day
to visit you at the hospital
in the cancer wing

psychological analysis with beeping machines and short-circuited wires
did more damage to your heart
than all of the dangerous cells ever could

i wandered walked wallowed around in some neighborhoods
around there afterwards
some bad neighborhoods
i was always such a lone ranger
a man in an army olive green trench coat
raspily screamed at me
he said - "i wouldn't pay for drugs anymore"
i wouldn't
pay
for drugs anymore

who was he talking to?
did he know that i even was listening?
his voice was one of those "six - inch voices"
that teachers in
2nd grade classrooms
said to
sticky - fingered children
who had too much
peanut butter
at lunch
and decided that story time was
for pinching a kid
named
Jeremy

a man in an army olive green trench coat
raspily
screamed
at me
so then why are his vocal cords barely vibrating?

why did they always try to tell me that you would be the last to go?

- ..i bet it was the inkblots.