The Sick Among The Purell

Dirty-Hands

 

“I have so many selves, I cannot contain them all” –Kobo Abe

 

Never enough hand sanitizer

Bottles and bottles everywhere

But not a drop to drink

A bathtub filled with antiseptic

For the terminally dyspeptic

And still not enough to drown in

 

Never enough hand sanitizer

To kill the sin of germs

To kill the pain of waking

To kill the dissonance and consonance

Of everyday hell

 

Never enough hand sanitizer

To sting the wound into unbeing

All factors beyond the control

Of those who wish to vanquish

And be vanquished

 

Never enough hand sanitizer

To ebb the fatal tide

As the mass of men lead lives of desolate calculation

Never to emerge from slumber

Even in our waking nightmare

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  1. #1 by Fried Chicken And Metal on April 3, 2014 - 9:16 AM

    This is like the darkest personal thing you’ve ever written… I think. Whoa!

    • #2 by Keith Spillett on April 3, 2014 - 9:27 AM

      It’s certainly up there. I had one I did a while back called “The Tyranny of Attrition” that was close, but yeah, this is from The Wasteland Within.

  2. #3 by John Nelson on April 3, 2014 - 9:31 AM

    I might put this to ‘music’ in my one-man a cappella black metal act.

  3. #5 by Mike Steelreaper Stoker on April 3, 2014 - 3:10 PM

    hahahahaha a Pulitzer is surely coming your way soon.

    • #6 by Keith Spillett on April 3, 2014 - 3:52 PM

      I thought I might get one for the hard hitting expose on Lemmy’s multiple liver removal, but I’ll take what I can get.

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