erratic

i changed my mind,
i gave my old one to someone else;
and i changed my mind.

i changed my mind,
for a dime and a quart:
i changed my mind.

the old one stank and stank,
couldn't get rid of the stink;
so i changed my mind.

i lifted it throbbing,
the aching ooze sticking,
it was hard at the beginning;
but i changed my mind.

telling me i can do anything:
the buyer, bandaged, haphazard,
mistook me for a king lizard,
then took and changed my mind.

now i sit still with a dead pet on my lap.
with a bottle of whiskey and a cent on my eye,
trying to figure out what to do with my new I
and whether i can seal my head
to sit still till the end of time.

the tiny tear

slip through an eye,
trickle down the nose,
tarry for a second:
a taste for the lips...
then slide down the neck
after carressing the chin
and melt on the heart
feeding the pain within.