Atrophy

These 2 sockets I call eyes
once viewed life with mild surprise
now they merely file away
the passing of another day

This black hole I call my soul
is saturated with alcohol
and this ½ ass crap that I call pride
is pickled in formaldehyde

This started out 
as a simple case of apathy
it’s grown into full blown atrophy
even with all this to prove
nary a muscle will move

This flat line I call my mind
is falling blacklight years behind
I’ve gotta giddy-up and go-go
but I’m just going slo-mo

This bum ticker I call heart
needs a jump or a running start
and this ½ ass crap I call my love
needs a kind and gentle shove

This started out
as a simple case of apathy
it’s grown into full blown atrophy
even with so much to prove
nary a muscle will move


Bryans Road, Maryland 
8-18-1994