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
Poetry, Music, Literature, and a couple of
drinks...that's what I'm talking about...
Friday, January 11, 2008
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Labels: Amputee - Scott Matthew, mp3, Music, Poem, Poetry, The Hand That Held Me Down - Two Gallants
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