i'm the David Koresh of heart beats and breaks

beat me down with a bus pass

and a stack of yellow bills, pink slips,

paper cuts between my fingers.

and chinese water torture - drip. drip.

dripping of flourescent lights on my forehead

from nine to five. f**k me in the ear, why don'tcha?

you found every other orifice

and hole i can think of.

beat me down with sidewalk skirmishes

and silent, late-night phone calls.

set up a speaker Stevie Wonder would hear

and play back my daily thoughts - drive

me out. i'm Noriega, i'm the David Koresh

of heartbeats and breaks.

barricade me in a beer bottle, behind

a cliche cloud of cigarette smoke -

i can cower behind these elbow patches,

they're larger than you think, all smooth

and suede, suave and stereotypical.

break me down with candy canes and puppy

dogs, with how-it-all-should-be, bore

into my chest with moonlight, brain me

with the glorius light of sunbeams and cut

my throat with your ear-to-ear.

break me open with a hug.

i'll get up again with more middle

fingers than Gneesha.