Lobectomy

Gently screaming film projector,

Whining puppies sound alarm.

Naked men in velvet blankets

Curl up where it is dark and warm.

Let me have a set of boots;

Let me have a place in line.

I can–I can’t–I do not know–

Find the book! Which page is mine?

Marching, march walk–slide

Let us take hands and dance around,

Around our maladjusted core,

Then fall as one man to the ground.

How many inches can you walk

Before you have to move your thumb?

Your mother must have hit it once.

Has it been sore since you were young?

O lovely spit of Pavlov’s hound,

O glorious ringing of the bell! Ah yes,

Link your arm in mine, my friend,

And fate will lift us down to Hell!