Sixteen Lipomas had been Excised / Parody of the Language Poets
SIXTEEN LIPOMAS HAD BEEN EXCISED
So I was in pain. Wore the crown In a kingdom of coprolalia. My titulature: Bryan, by the Grace of God, in a lot of pain. My body looked as if Frankenstein’s Monster Had tried to make a monster out of Dr. Frankenstein. In an effort to understand my pain, I imagine myself anesthetized on the operating table, Which requires a standing-me or floating-me To be near my poor body, which lies supine— The body that is rolled on its side, or held Spread-eagle by giggling nurses, while the surgeon Opens fish mouths on white flesh. That’s a nice fucking cut, I imagine saying To my anesthetized body with a wince of pain And with the air of a time traveler witnessing His past-self injured in a skateboarding accident. I’ll admit this mental odyssey of mine Is like teaching ballet to a zombie— But who gives a shit? For when my flesh is cut, Each lipoma comes out like a lipoma, which means It’s not like a pearl taken from an oyster. Oh! But the open wound is like a half-eaten cherry, The white pit having been removed!
PARODY OF THE LANGUAGE POETS
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