The Poetry of
Michael G. Khmelnitsky

This poem was originally typeset in uppercase.

HERE'S
   WHAT IS
   ALL COMES TO
NOW

   BRANDED
LIKE CATTLE
BY THE BIG BOYS
OUT TO PLAY
   THE GUT-STRINGS
   OF OUR SHRIVELED
HEARTS

   WHAT CHOICE
OR WHAT A TERRIFIC
COMBINATION
   COMBIFICATION
   RATHER
OF
   ACCESSIBLE
   MEDIFICATION
IN A WAY
   ACCESSIBLE
   ONLY TO SOME
ONLY TO ONE

WHAT SENSE
   OF THE LONELINESS
WHAT SENSE
   OF THE DAILY
   SURPRISE
WHAT PASSION
WHAT TIME
   WHAT
NO

EMPTY
   YOUR EYES

BUT FULL ARE 
   YOUR CAPS
BUT FULL
   ARE YOUR CAPS

IN THE END
   NEVER A
   COMPETITION

ALWAYS
   A ONE-WAY
   ALLIANCE

AND WHAT CHOICE
   IN THE END
THOSE CUT OUT 
ARE LEFT
   WITH
THEIR
PENISES
   IN ALCOHOL
THEIR MINDS
   WATCHING
   TENSELY

THE BATTLE
   BETWEEN
   PROZAC
AND
VIAGRA