Stuck here, and still
you're fierce-
ly clinging to the
first idea—
I mean: the last
day idea—
by the skin
of your ugly, yellow,
tombstone-marble-shaped...
List, list, O, list!
lost, lost, so lost
in this Walt Disney stick
figure cemetery—crossbones
like the crossroads
betraying the crooked
way you grew up;
now, that old intersection
of creation and annihilation
is gridlocked for good reason.
the conjunction
which joins
and polices them
is no longer OR
(OR has gone
rotten, withered
away now, melted and sunk
into the silty sand—what
a nightmare!)
but AND.
AND—as in:
fact AND fiction;
make AND break.
So that's
how this works. Damn,
if only
you knew
that sooner, you could've
been gentler
to—and also, certainly would've
saved—all
your baby teeth.
