05 April 2012

All Up In Your Ointment

All Up In Your Ointment 4/5

The sense is that I know all of this already
that before you can say what is on your mind

I will open my mouth and gnats will fly out
will swarm over you and envelop you

Like that scene in Brazil when Robert De Nemo
is covered in paper and then suddenly gone

I will out cherub your face for a second
when I speak your thoughts first

That you are a therapist and I am on the couch
is of little to no consequence

I pay you to be my angel/devil place holder
I unhinge my face and pour out these things
upon the table until the pile stinks of weighing
more than it possibly could