Numb Hand
It still pinches, points and picks,
but it won’t play what I love.
How I used to baby it, clean it,
marvel at its tricks. Now it’s just
where part of me ends.
I’m going
to slice it off and wrap it
in birthday paper; it’s a pretty gift.
I hope you can use it for something,
a paperweight, indicate directions,
pin it on your blouse,
“I’m With Stupid.”
It can’t feel
what it’s done to me. Dumb lump
didn’t drop a tear as I handed away
all my veined guitars.
In the bathroom
while I cried I thought it hardly
worth my ass as I snotted out
a laugh. I can’t trust a thing like that.
Be careful around it, it is deadly.
Look how it scratched out my heart.
I would give you both
but I still need my other hand
to cover up that hole.
m.r. kidd
Amputee (mp3) Scott Matthew
The Hand That Held Me Down (mp3) Two Gallants (black sessions)
Poetry, Music, Literature, and a couple of
drinks...that's what I'm talking about...
Friday, January 11, 2008
Posted by the synonym kidd at 8:54 PM
Labels: Amputee - Scott Matthew, mp3, Music, Poem, Poetry, The Hand That Held Me Down - Two Gallants
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