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"Cell Phone Self Portrait" |
It the little things, you know
The sudden ache to go
It’s the breakdown of my body
The breakdown of my body
The deadness in the morning
After aching in the night
The breakdown of my body
The breakdown of my body
The softening of flesh
As it folds into a wrinkled mess
The turning of my hair
Into tasteless shades of gray
The dimming of my eyes
And all the little lies
To which my ears are prey
And fear grows everyday
For the breakdown of my body
The breakdown of my body
Oh, leave me halt and blind
But leave intact my mind
Or, perhaps it would be better
If my reason left me first
Then I’d never know
I’d never even see
The breakdown of my body
The breakdown of my body
The creaking bone
And rheumy eye
The birdlike hands
The livered lips
I see them like a hologram
Imposed on my reflected face
One can’t control
Impose one’s will
On ages rolling down one’s back
All I can do is watch and wait
And give up to my fatal fate
And cope somehow, now it’s so late
With the breakdown of my body
The breakdown of my body.