The third finger must specifically on the left hand
the right one too, sure but the pain forces my attention
to the third finger of my left hand I can feel the top knuckle
turn against me POW! it tells me and gives me
the third finger run around I refuse to name the
music it wants to be can’t play a lick the song
running away butte no, this is aLL Too much
pain brings me down and wakes me up;
blanketed in clichés bottomed in blisters
reading too much Gertruder Stein before breakfast
but honestly, believe you me (There’s too much Kroetsch in my coffee)
my third finger twists my hand to the outside lewftywardas
gnarly fingers is what I got but let me tell you
my trop knuckle on my third finger is twisting
but wrong left is not loose-y but tightened up
cartilage not just absent but leaving lumps opposite
myself I intend to die Oba jo but not only because
my third fingers, especially the lefty hurts me
ands wants to take me down in trouble the basemanyt
for a beating or a single shot suicide like
my non blood Uncled Jake, no sir, will do this all proper
M.A.i.D here I come quick and quiet it only hurts
when I move gotta change my address the cheque
is in the mail my fingers will find it hard to open
my mother played among the caskets her father
built; a master carpenter blew out his appendix
back in the day, my mother sitting beside him
she was 14 he was 47 waiting outside on chairs
he built under him but softened with quilts
I am 70 and my finger hurts and yes Mother
I have pills for that. Enough now, careful
when you shave, dabs of tp on your chin
not a good look, even with blood showing