If You Lend Me
If you lend me the nails
my coffin can stay sealed
here it will stay.
Without getting too close to your flame,
I shall beg at your table
that you may forever feed my mouth
rags
and so I may drink turpentine; the elixir
within a picasso
of the fourth dimension
and with your every visit
of false eyelashes
and plastic flowers,
there stands the testament
for all the madmen
of the square to see.