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Autopsy
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There I lay open,
on the examination table,
all my parts jumbled
like a bad biology puzzle.
My separated eyes
leaking blood
into my upturned palms.
My grey and white matter
mingling with the filtered contents
of my drooping kidneys.
My shriveled testicles
in the company
of my jaundiced tongue.
My constricted anus
ignoring the abuse
of my screaming lips.
My enlarged liver and my enraged pancreas
creating an identity crisis for
my depressed penis.
My sunburnt skin sloughed off
and arranged in small piles beside
the mutant glow of my bleached teeth.
My adrenals exchanging high fives
with the spliced end
of my sexy spleen.
My pretty green gall bladder
tangled up
in the chilly red of my arteries.
My throat cut off in mid sentence
leaning against
my fragile funny bone.
And there in the center,
my vacated heart,
still pulsing and dripping,
waiting for deliverance
from an unsatisfied question.
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Where 22Jun09 0 Comments tagged: poetry
Where did the ends of our worlds meet?
In the shallow landscapes of our palms"
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