perforation theory

there are holes in my walls,
my guitars
and holes in my heart.

there are holes in my memory,
my headphones
and holes in my bedspread.

there are holes in my stories,
my socks
and holes in my nipples.

there are holes in my women,
in my sheets
and holes in my theories.

there are holes in my records,
my ozone
and holes in my dreams.

there are holes in my poems,
my past
and holes in my screams

it's all the holes that make us whole,
make us laugh
and it's holes that cut us in half.

fuck me - there are a whole lotta holes
for us to get past.