THE SCREAM (circa 1980)

From the ice down in my feet

I'm going to let out the scream

That has held me together

for a thousand years

From the sickness in my stomach

I'm refusing all food 

until my body is empty of

Each morsel which I ate blindly 

From the tiredness of my mind 

I'm removing the steel pins of rules 

Against which my wild ideas 

Have bruised themselves for another thousand 

From the contortion of my limbs 

I'm going to stretch each fitted joint 

And if my body wants to break 

For the screams sake I'll let it