From: kjc@porthos.rutgers.edu (Kelly J. Cooper)
Subject: Lethal Poetry
Date: 15 Jul 92 06:40:20 GMT



	      Too Much Violence On Television These Days


        ya got me ...
        write where it hurts.
        exorcise the pain.
        it's only fair, after all.

                        (i'm not handling this well, am i?)
                        (i'm not handling this very well, am i?)

                fucked in the head!
                she's fucked, in the head.
                nail her!  get the bitch away from me.  she's.
                she's fucked.

                        (i'm not ...)

        in the middle of the coldhard kitchen floor
        broken pieces of light, all over the lino-lio-leum
        reflections of the glow off a neighbor's porch
        she's sitting, armswrappedknees, rocking, scraping,
        fingernails on skin.  singing, tuneless moans.

                        (i'm not handling ...)

                get her!  nail her!  she's.
                watch it!  down, slam her.  this way!
                look.  out!  she's got a ...

                        (i'm not handling this ...)

        passed out.  bleeding on a bed of glass
        sleeping through spliced dreams
        fitful movements, getting comfortable,
        re-opens cuts.  wounds again
        bleeding.  red ink, color to paint
        a new world, tinted red.

                        (i'm not handling this well ...)

        monochrome memories, edited, looped, to play
        over and over.  blazing, bright,
        spotlight on every outtake, every thought,
        each motion a contained reality, sharp,
        clear, hard.  but still the same.  still.

                        (... am i?)

				Kelly J. Cooper
				5/4/92

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