Saturday, April 25, 2015
I couldn't sing the body electric
I couldn’t sing the body electric
There are some things that are
So traumatic in my past
I don’t even fully remember them
Lady Gaga
Many hundred of miles away from the mind
Thousand of years light from the island
A man was at work in the Old Continent
Experimenting with cause and effect
Succeeding in conditioning canine responses
Electricity or vomiting
Were the two options
Sitting tight on a narrow chair
The small office had a stack of magazines
Behind me the interrogator narrated scenes
The wiring on my pelvis wasn’t uncomfortable
The two options
Were vomiting or electricity
When science and myrrh collide
The effect can be effective
To assist the doubtful with reassurance
Or make believe that all is well
Or will be well
Electricity or vomiting
Were the two only options
The arousal quiet but firm arrives
While his voice galloping behind me
Insists that the men in the pictures were
Touching, kissing, fucking me
And I could only choose
Electricity or vomiting
On purpose deconstructing a life
Making me file for divorce with friends
Listing my likes and dislikes so they could choose
Offering my virgin soul for them to try
The electrodes were moved upwards
The voltage had to be increased around the nipples
Apparently my skin had rejected the torture
And his voice had lost his power
I could not sing the body electric
For my body was electrified to disconnect me
To make me believe what I was not
So the crowd would be pleased
But the touch eventually returned
Clean, clear, majestic
Feeling was once again on
Aversion therapy was averted.
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