I Am Torn In Two But I

I Remember The Stink Of The Liverwurst. How I Was Put On A Platter And Laid Between The Mayonnaise And The Bacon. The Rhythm Of The Refrigerator Had Been Disturbed.

Fee-fi-fo-fum - Now I'm Borrowed. Now I'm Numb.

Nature Is Full Of Teeth That Come In One By One, Then Decay, Fall Out.

Depression Is Boring, I Think And I Would Do Better To Make Some Soup And Light Up The Cave.

My Sleeping Pill Is White. It Is A Splendid Pearl; It Floats Me Out Of Myself, My Stung Skin As Alien As A Loose Bolt Of Cloth.