hands

ever go right back to basics?



whenever I'm stressed I look at my hands..

i want them to do something!...get me out of this mess...

do anything!...damn it...do something!

they were what got me into this mess so busy hands my hands are me.

it's amazing I've used one or the other to destroy the other one why does that happen?...for some people it's the head so damage the neck....for others it's the hands??

...so deliberate full of folly and just so damn deliberate before I barely recognise I've instructed them off they go holy hell it's disturbing gives me the creeps they define me everything i ever done my hands were there making it real.



and they typed out this crap too

some disturbance occurred and in a moment one of my hands was lucky enough to be re-attached a few or more maybe 10 hours later...

was it because it was the hand that injected the drugs to make me feel normal?...was I angry with this hand because I lost my identity in a syringe?....

they put it back on and that same hand went all personal nurse on me again putting in those needles in my other hand...is that some weird payback?...my hands fighting over who runs this body nuts it is seriously nuts!!

and so it was and the damage took a while to settle until right hand said "hey you 'left' me behind don't keep me at arms length I will stab you to death!...."

and what??

through all this and more?....how did I 'hold' it together? the undamaged hand always came to the rescue and provided comforted held the soap in the shower and dried off spectacularly brushed the teeth of the body cut the food up and ready for the stomach the daily needs.....always immediately held the hurt hand when it hurt..

IMMEDIATELY came to the aid of the hurting hand!!...and everytime!

what a strange situation....bipolar instruments on the ends of my own arms....