How creep and crawl the future seems
to those of us lying in this house of bones:
rules here the authoritarian spine
Lumbagos dawn on the painstrewn shores
of all the old girls’ Eldorados.
Oh chiropracter with your spurious art
unspell that post-partum spell
cast on my life force, all obscurely!
Joint sprains, muscle sprains and knots
This is what I gots
Rattling the life force in the house of bones.
These holes I put in the unmarrowed bone
And pipes this song, all alone, all alone.
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