Elegy to Myself

God damn your pretty little head
when you wore lust like a loose dress
on Halloween night and danced
on those scaffolding breasts
and you had waited twenty-one years, in vain
when you gave in to that carnival circle;
You made no sound.

You always wanted to play the harp,
or the banjo in a blue-grass band
stomp your feet, with hair
full of sand, down; mow
other hip kids out. Now, I lay
standing asleep.

Next time I'm alive, I'll remember
not to let you get in the way
fucking cock-waffle.

bio picture Yedidya Quiroz
8-bit / Klezmer / Anti-Folk