I have a hole in my face called my mouth,
that I have never used. I have a mirror,
that I have never cleaned. There are paths
behind my house that I have never walked
to mountains that might as well be heaps
of garbage fallen from some other planet.
I have a hole in my face called
a world where I will never live.
I have a fag in my brain
and several botched political careers
with purple curtains.
I have a hole in my life called the sun,
with several minor embers drifting around
trying to take the place of its tongue.
I am opened like a thrown orange
on a city sidewalk, waiting for raccoons
and garbage men.