Chinese guy perched on a ladder
attempted to sop up the water
with a sponge
then staunch
the flow with plaster
in an intricate way
I now cannot remember
when without warning
I pulled off my ears
but no blood
no pain
holding them one in each hand
while they wiggled
waiting
for a tone
any murmur at all
but only the profound
silence of the tomb
while water
dribbled on an earless head
at Spinoza HS told Peter F
he said Not to worry
the Bird Flu
would cure all my ills
imagined or otherwise
told him
he merely repeated my wisdom
which I had given him
the previous day
and he informed me
my wisdom too
repeated from
Taisen Deshimaru
namely
all problems solved
in the coffin.

Charles Chaim Wax

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ceiling-leaking-in-the-dream/