JERRY CAN YOU HEAR ME?
You punched me hard in my stomach
when i was eight You were big & brawny
You looked like Jack Nicholson in The Shining
Did i attract you or did you attract me to your fist –
My father also brawny knocked on your door
You lived a block away on his mother’s very street
Later you came pounding on our door Your own
poor mother as yet unbloodied had you in tow –
I locked myself in the bathroom Wish i had stayed there
Twenty years had come and gone
I walked crisply toward the elevator
of the asylum at 999 Queen St. W.
Were they afraid of the inversion
when they changed the address?
Would 666 reek too much of his dark lord
the one who beckoned you to matricide?
The door opened & there you stood in a natty
bathrobe I froze and prayed hard
You were not brawny & you did not punch me
We’re neighbours again
From my Juliette balcony I can see
the wall of the asylum –
Jerry can you hear me?
Are you still alive in there?
Come pick me up & we’ll cruise around in your orange Javelin