Logic In The House of Sawed-Off Telescopes

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Logic In The House of Sawed-Off Telescopes - Jeffrey McDaniel

I want to sniff the glue that holds families together.
I was a good boy once.
I listened with three ears.
When I didn't get what I wanted, I never cried.
I banged my head over and over on the kitchen floor.
I sat on a man's lap.
I took his words like candy.
I want to break something now.


I am the purple lips of a child throwing snowballs at a taxi.
There is an alligator in my closet.
If you make me mad, it will eat you.
I was a good boy once.
I had the most stars in the classroom.
My cheeks erupted with rubies
I want to break something now.

My bedroom is so dark I feel like an astonaut.
I wish someone would come in and kiss me.
I was a good boy once.
The sweet smelling woman used to say that she loved me
and swing me in her arms like a chandelier.
I want to break something now.

My heart beats like the meanest kid on the school bus.
My brain tightens like a fist.
I was a good boy once.
I didn't steal that kid's homework.
I left a clump of spirit in its place.
I want to break something now.

I can multiply big numbers faster than you can.
I can beat men who smoke cigars at chess.
I was a good boy once.
I brushed my teeth and looked in the mirror.
My mouth was a brilliant wound.
Now it only feels good when it bleeds.

© Jeffrey McDaniel