Six Separate Stanzas In Some Particular Pattern
am I sleeping,
or squinty-eyed?
smiling in the direction
of the sun?
biding my time
till my turn
to beat your ass.
it's badonkadonk.
yet I see you handing
the controller to Feely
and I wonder: did you consider?
my feelings?
I have been skipped!
I'd rather have been slapped!
I retire to my shoebox in the wall
where I sit most somber, blubbering and all; so shitfaced.
cradling my face
fondling the pockets of flesh
squishing them all
betwixt my fingers.
Let him breathe his peace, they'll say
Let the flesh rest easily
upon the bones
of his hollow frame.