The husband is horrified!
In bed, asleep, he spoons over
To find left-over umbilical cord
Coming from his wife
And he keeps tugging,
Ripping pieces out one by one
But pieces keep squirming even
After being in the coffee grinder

Smoke pours from house-radiator
Husband shakes like screen door wind
- Rise and gloom -
Time to feed Slimy Fetus Boy
Spitting apple sauce on faces

Wife frizzes hair out for the commute
With organ grinder hip hop
Wife asks, “Is there any mail?”
Husband: No. Never.

Awkward and distant:
“I love you” ’s

Wife leaves with her Indiana Jones
Suit Case and best black stockings
“Take care of our damn FETUS!”
(The husband is on vacation from
Factory printing by the way).
“Ok.”

Bass resonators scream
As wife shuts the door behind
her behind of darkened plaid

Baby Slime has red dots
And problems breathing
Muffle sick – cry/yell/cry
Muffle cough – cry/yell/cry/ect

Husband notices his slacks
Are way too high to handle

“Dad, you bastard
Come back
Away from the mirror” – cry/yell/cry

[gurgles under the Baby Vaporizer]

“Just sleep,” answers Dad,
leaving baby to die with
vents making noises
Like pattered footsteps

Dad goes to the strip club
“Shuffle elephant woman!”
Stripper Stripe smiles big
Noting his oozing brain
(Oh, turn on!)
She steps up and laps him
All over his gum-covered
Pantaloons
He hands her dollars
Among hip hop grinder music

He goes back home
To a wifetime of woe

The husband and wife reunite
in a smaller bed – 4 foot by 5

Husband dreams Gargoyle Whores
As he lays helpless next to a dead wife
(Necrophiliac hands wander)

He remembers the pale secretary
Behind the factory printing desk:
“I was wondering if you wanted
to get some gin and coffee
sometime.”
Working-dad: Yes. Sometime.

Husband recalls the first
Time he met wife:
It was an English moon
She licked his greying
Peach fuzz
And he kissed her tonsils
Sweetly with
Cornflake cigarette flavor
“Nah-nah-ugh-nah-climax-done.”

Mother had warned him
about girls like her
But…O well, too late.

Even when you free
the mind in space with some lever,
It will only see bricks
behind windows,
Hear factory noises,
See clumps of dirt to climb,
All in all, in Gothic America, Wife and Husband fall down into sad expressions with their premature babies.