The Internist
Squeeze my eyeballs
Until all I can see is black
Cut my fingers
Cut my arms and my legs
Loosen this weird knot
Wrapped around my head
Pull my heart out
Slice it carefully into bags
Put each piece on the scales
Give it a number or a Latin word
Rearrange them
In the way you prefer
Bring in cold water
Put in salt, cocaine and soap
Boil it gently
Until there’s white crystal smoke
Wash my thoughts out
Keep the water locked
Shave my hair off
Keep it in a dream-safe box
Go and see if there is a soul
And if – quickly, don’t let it go cold
Go and see if there is a soul
And if – quickly, don’t let it go cold