Stomach Documents
Donnie R. Strickland
http://www.angelfire.com/ok2/besick
I. Alex once knew the world through five favorite crayons:
blue, red-what was the use of white-purple, green,
and sometimes a dirty, dirty brown, all weird wax shapes
that represents things higher than those upon his five-year-old
fingers or of eyes and clouds that eat, belch, and sleep to become
brighter bodies with long, snaking octopus arms that hug the
largeness of the sky and of pennies minted after 1982 are pretty
and copper, taste bad, like blood, and are filled with 95% zinc
so that when swallowed it reacts with hydrochloric acid in that
tender tummy of his to form hydrogen gas and zinc chloride,
eroding the stomach's lining and then the coming of signs that
mean emerging or emergency or of going into or like the exits
of leaving, only not.
II. Alex now knew the world through two colors:
green-what was the use of white-and gray
and maybe just sometimes the monetary did not tendril
into his mind when he could count his account upon his
sixty-two-year-old fingers and that hue in-between the
black and white that represented the absurdity of life
between extremes like most people are, just bland
charachtures of brighter people cloned and sometimes
he thought of killing with crayons and filling the wounds
with wax or the aspirations of all those aspirins consumed
or taken day after day in an attempt to hone the blade
healthy beneath medicinal millstones and washed down
with the carbonated bubbles of a soda to eat a hole in the
lining of a distended stomach once it augurs in deeper into
metaphysical depths until it emerges or becomes an
emergency or of going into or like the exits or leaving,
only not.
