Shrunk

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My first name is a random set of numbers and letters and other alphanumerics that changes hourly forever My last name, a thousand vowels fading down a sinkhole to a sussurus, couldn't just be John Doe or Bingo My address, a made up language written out in living glyphs lifted from demonic literature and religious text Telephone, uncovered by purveyors of the Ouija, then checked against the CBGB women's room graffiti My social, a sudoku My age is obscure My 'in-case-of-emergency' is in the daisies chasing birds Employed by trillionaires with perfect teeth and pores, and people who open doors for the people who open doors My medical history is a course at SUNY Buffalo Charlatan psychiatry and troubleshooting undertow Nervous in the service still I'm burger meat and purple pills here "Thank you. We'll call your name." Sure you will Skipped lunch I'm shrunk You pack up all your manias Sitting in the waiting room You're dreaming of Arcadia, you're feeling like a baby tooth Awaiting panacea, channeling your inner Beowulf In Purgatory, just before you pay up to filet yourself and others In the name of help, coal on the conveyor belt In a ego death alone, no telephone from Gabriel I'm half a human combing over Home and Garden stoned Gold chains over turtlenecks, cigars over cologne A thousand shitty paintings wrap around a wounded animal Womb with the Schubert he's a future human-cannonball Little fuckers fighting, mother hiding in her Hulu I'm climbing up the stucco Let's get to the seppuku, uh-oh That pretty penny turn the prickly into Benji If you save up all your winnings, then you get to count your blessings I finally crunch the budget up and punch the button She called my name out and pushed me into an oven The fuck? I'm shrunk She says, "I'm not your enemy" I said, "That sounds like something that my enemy would say" Instead of playing off the chemistry she said, "You're being difficult" I said, "I'm being guarded. You're a quarter mil in debt, I get more guidance from my barber Look, I'm not good at this, I grew up in a noogie fest You built your walls up high or say goodbye to all your Cookie Puss Here's one, every time my telephone buzzes I see images of hooded riders setting fire to hundreds." She said, "When you start getting all expressive and symbolic, it's impossible to actualize an honest diagnostic." I said, "When you start getting all exact and algebraic, I'm reminded it's a racket, not a rehabilitation, okay? Agree to disagree as grown-ups from opposing clans Honoring the push and pull I should have called the Scholomance Oh well. Preservation is a doozy Will you be needing another appointment?" "Absolutely" I'm shrunk