Tik Tik Tik Tik:
never stopping angry quiet
Tok Tok Tok Tok:
ink on paper nonsense words
Tik Tik Tik Tik:
lips are moving saying nothing
Tok Tok Tok Tok:
brains all scrambled on the wall.
One Two Three Four:
numbers passing yelling sighing
Five Six Se Ven:
sighing shoes on breathing floors
Nine And A Half we:
choke on smoke through locker doors.
Someday there’ll be holes in these walls
Where pictures of you once hung from thumbtacks
And the little squares of wall they used to take up
Will crumble and rot.
We built a superman.
In our heads, we built a superman.
Clipped by a speeding bullet,
So that false blood, stolen blood, blood that was here first
Last night, I left the basement light on.
The stairs creaked and my paper-thin pajamas
rustled as the sickly little bulb pulled me close.
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