No ending (Hey!) I'm encased in your numb arms In the clutch of tollway sludge I'm infected and you're not I live alone here on this plot In the Athens hood And you won't want to enter through the signal But you're too freaked out to not When you're coiled volume tone Try to cut yourself more tape Pull it off -- infection's worse It's orange now, it's bubbling Take it off with Tolnaftate And secretly, precociously, scratch until it blisters Broken hands reaching out through the stones DayGlo flags guiding the National Guard troops home Patrolling through downtown We're under this building We're holding our phones up, deflated and powerless- -Until we felt faint warmth from the powerlines! WHY?! Direct complaints to Loss Recovery (Please) Direct complaints to Loss Recovery Sincerely H. C. Pregerson