Thursday, February 5, 2009

The Hallie and Jordan Masterworks

Act VI: Working title erking bible

Dear God
Are you listening
It’s me lonliness
It’s me dispair
It’s me—
We haven’t talked in some time
We haven’t talked in some rhyme
You talk to Dr. Seuss
But I’m lonely—
Dear Baby Jesus
What would you do
If you had my lonely heart
If you had a pacifier
Would you become a pacifist
Would you stop crying
Would you stop lying
Would you stop dying
Would you stop—
Stop the press.
Front page news.
Actually page 6.
It’s a little blurb
Called my existence
Did you happen to catch it?
Baby Jesus?
Did you?
I bet you can’t even fuckin read
You stupid baby
Go cry to mommy…
Dear Santa
All I want for Christmas
Is my two front childhood BACK
Scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours
Let’s not make this difficult
I’ve got an eternal itch
Scratch me
Scratch away the fear
Scratch away the doubt
Scratch away the—
Do not pass go
Do not collect two hundred dollars
Do not
Dunkin Donuts
Double D’s—
You always made life shine
Cause you used the polish
Like asked you
Actually I told you.
You always listened.
I think.
But then.
The racehorse.
The lamplight.
The pebble you kicked
With your shoe of gold
Your heart of iron.
The sound of Geetar
Playing your funeral march.
The oboe
Playing the sound of your dead duck
The hoboe
That chased you asking for coins
Asking for forgiveness
Asking for—

Dear Evette,
I miss you.
Come back to me.
Come back to Maria.
You know.


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