sanyo

on a saturday
i feel awesome and god-like
in front of the television
i am a huge fist leaning toward space
and toward the signal
i break television with my body
i break it and become it
dudes say why did you do that?
i say i am television now
look at me now
i open my shirt and my chest
my heart is pumping
in the top of the screen
like a network logo
i say do you want the news?
they say we want something funny
i wet my finger with my blood and write
dirty words on their foreheads
and it's funny – it makes life better
then they say we want animal planet
and i point to my stomach
i open it and point
i say this was a cow
do you love it?
dudes nod
we love it they say
they say you are a small glowing god
what is life without you?
it is still life i say
it is small and it still glows
then i play a commercial
for a stain remover
starring the inside of me
as the thing that stains



my face or whatever

i can't imagine
my face existing without someone looking at it
me wanting someone to look at it secretly
looking at it and touching their own face
wanting to touch their own hands through it
like a pig's foot through a cold steel grate
heading toward slaughter at the end of october
i love someone else's face more than my own
it is a rainforest i know it and this is my harbor
this is why i look in the mirror and pretend
that i am someone else. this is how it should be
there is no reason that I should not move on
to another shore where the ships are smaller
and the silence is filled with a thick cloud
of strange faces and no i don't see them either
in another room where there is less warmth
and more touching and i understand now
no I don't. that last line was bullshit.
my face is big as a rabbit and equally small.



About the author:
Daniel Bailey lives in Muncie, Indiana. He blogs at http://97percent.blogspot.com/. He doesn' know how to end this bio, but he knows it should be three sentences long.

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