Friday, February 09, 2007

The Contract

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The contract stipulates
that
your balls belong to them.
From now on
your sleep
your stubble
your liver trouble
belongs to them.
The contract stipulates
that
your time is not
your own.
9 a.m.
and you want
to slip it in
as she sleeps
but you can’t;
your balls belong to them.
College education
leaking toilet cistern
empty bottle, still
your balls belong to them.
The dust
the dreams
the music
belongs to you
but
your balls belong to them
Ben Myers

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