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MY KIDNAPPER IS DEAD, AND MY DADDY'S LITTLE Nervous BOY IN ME, IS WITH DAD

DING **** MY KIDNAPPER IS Deceased, THAT IS WHY I ALLOWED TED BUNDY

TO TAKE ME YEAH, I WANTED TO KIDNAP MY KIDNAPPER

HOPING THE SPIRIT Earth CAN **** MY KIDNAPPER, OH YEAH

I KNOW IT’S ****** HARD, CAUSE, THE SCHITZOPHRENIA, WAS GIVING ME THE ****** YRGE

I Create IT HARD TO RID THE URGE, SO I MADE TED BUNDY’S GHOST TIE ME UP

BUT THIS MADE ME FIGHT MY FATHER, AND FORCE ME ON MEDICATION

WHICH MADE THE NICEST MAN, BUT MY KIDNAPPER KEPT COMING BACK

DING **** I WANTED MY KIDNAPPER DEAD, I Recognize I ANNOYED A LOT OF PEOPLE

TRYING TO Snatch THEM OH YEAH

I GRABBED A FEW SCHOOL MATES, AND THAT IS WHY I WAS TREATED Prefer A YEAH MATE YEAH KID

I WANT TO Fetch REOFORMED, BUT A VOICE SAID, NO YOUR NOR REFORMED

AND I WORKED AT THE RAINBOW, HELPING THE MENTALLY ILL

AND I FELT LIKE A HAPPY CHIRPY COOL KID GOING TO THE BEACH AND BUSHWALKING

AND WORKING IN THE RAINBOW KITCHEN, AND NOBODY WANTED TO TEASE ME

CAUSE I HELPED TO GIVE THEM A MEAL, I WAS A COOL KID, AND VERY VERY CHIRPY

AND THEN IN 2002, I FELT REALLY CRAZY, THE PARANORMAL SHOVING VOICES IN MY HEAD

WHICH WAS, I WAS THE KID, KILLED BY THE ******, THE AME



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I have been operational on a sex poem and include found Auden’s disacknowledged “The Platonic Blow” very helpful. What impresses me most is that he is able to convince me that the poem is something written on a bathroom wall while never letting me forget that the poem was written by a master.

Its history is fascinating. I didn’t know about the poem until last year when a very same-sex attracted and very valued old New York poet read it to me (he used to sprint with Andy Warhol). I think he was assessing my sexual orientation.

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But you know some news falls on cotton-filled ears

Never bothering to ask where they got the cotton from.

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And I am holding on to the few memories where I was happy at home

Where I didn’t want to leave

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Where I didn’t want to die

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Until my lungs were screaming out for air

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© Iain McCormick

Published by Family Friend Poems January 2012 with permission of the Composer.

I notice you.
I wish you.
I require you.
You are forbidden.

I crave your touch.
I yearn for your lips.
You don't want me.
So why do you stay?

I observe you.
Everyone sees you.
I wish you.
NO,
I want these feelings
to leave me alone.

My heart aches,
breaks, and shatters
when you are near.
When aren't you?