Animal Madness

a poem

(Somewhere in Mexico)

You washed my dirty feet

I said you're like Jesus

His portrait painted on the door of the room 

In bright colors like the feathers of parrots



We talked about your mother's health 

And your mental illness(es)

And animal madness

Like compulsive parrots that

Mate for life and other

Tragic cases of avian behavior



We attempted to distract ourselves

To paralyze our gums —give rest to your dry tongue

But we couldn't get numb like we used to 

Be able to feel

Nothing

(How sad)



And mosquito bites got in the way of fucking 

I was too busy compulsively scratching my legs

Incapable of self-restraint 

Incessantly clawing at inflamed skin (while killing time)

Until death

To the fragile body of a bird

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I decided to take a break from essays this week, as I’m prepping for my London show this Monday (Oct 21) at EartH Hackney with Dhani Harrison. Let me know if you’re going to be there. Would love to meet you. Otherwise…

c u next tuesday.

XX CARRÉ