Headaches, coughing fits, neurasthenics and saint vitus dancers To you who wheeze and sneeze and bawl Get out from my bed I cannot name you Stumbling forward on cracked hooves Who’d have thought I’d grow up and grow horns They make monsters wait in line like other men Have you ever met anyone? To hold something my hands could not crush No, no medicine Planned wound, opens like a wet flower Stitches slip and won’t hold Find life even here When I must feed my python hair Am I not deserving of love? Who would pay to see a bird bleed, anyone?
