Birth Certificate

The sorry

It�s been a long time since (then)

And now I�m just a frying pan

That�s starving to cook you under

With the smile and the sand traps
of any urban eatery

And it�s just starting

to crumble on down

Upon the weightless

expectations of both

my offerings

The ones that gesture

and the ones that vote

I am nose

I am collar bone

I�m thirty five minutes of hell

The heavy sway

Of extracurricular

calendar days

The whole distorted family

is waiting for you

to get in the van

You are welcome,

And I�m lonely too

But in the future

There will be apes

and chemical warfare

The shallow underbelly

of awise man

Will overshadow

all the articles

in the black sky

It will be fantastic

It will be just another

hundred years until

We can look

the other way

And another lifespan

To understand why

we can�t go back