there is a hole
in my soul
there’s a cricket crawling out of it.
its little feelers are going wild.
i think they’ve picked up a signal
through the new hole in my soul,
the mouth of a lizard and now
the cricket’s soul has gone through that hole
and found its gizzard.

there is a hole in my soul
it’s not a large hole
just large enough to make a sound like bagpipes
and once i thought i could hear little angels singing
and they sang and they sang until they couldn’t sing anymore
and flopped down exhausted so i picked them up and put them in a jar.

there is a hole in my soul
and my soul flipped around and went inside out and wrapped around and around in order to plug the hole and that seemed to work. for quite a while i bounced around the universe before settling on the planet gszxisten and the gszxistentials accepted me and eventually made me ambassador to transcendentalvania. when i arrived i learned it was an eternal appointment.

there is a hole in my soul.
i’m filling it these days with the dirt i’m finding down by coal creek because it has a wonderful loamy scent. as i look in the hole i still can’t see the bottom but the smell is to die for.

there is a hole in my soul
every so often it winks at me and squirts a little ink like an octopus if you know what i mean.
there is a hole in my soul and i feel it’s my duty to save holland.

there is a hole in my soul
the bluish grey is darkening and i’m afraid before long i’m going to suffocate. i’m sure there will be nothing left. my consciousness will be snuffed out and that will have been that for eternity, which doesn’t seem so long anymore. i hope my teeth make a good necklace.

there is a hole in my soul
but the one that worries me is the one in my stomach and if i keep drinking this rot whisky the sea shantys i’m singing are going to start sounding awfully good.
there is a hole in my soul
i can just get my lips to it.

there is a hole in my soul
but that doesn’t stop me from liking ice cream and the zoo.
i come down here on weekends and stare at the giraffes.
there is a hole in my soul
and one in the fence. i walk up to a giraffe and offer it a cigarette. it looks down at me from on top of its long neck real smug like. i say ‘fine’ and light up. i begin hacking and spit something up. i begin to shrink and i shrink right down and into a little sac of silk.

there is a hole in my soul.
so i looked it up in the dictionary but my eyes were having trouble focusing on the words and i had to concentrate uncomfortably hard and i was staring at the word for a very long time and i could make out the word but i didn’t know what it was but it was a word and it sat there and did nothing. i continued to stare at it hoping it would become clear and i could at least pronounce it. it was a simple word. only four letters but the hell if i could tell you what it was.

there is a hole in my soul and a rainbow.