iPod friendly .mov file Click Here to View Video Canto 2 Hey, what kind of playground is this? I was expecting the wild intimate games of being alive, but this is where the see-saw drops out from under me, busting my spine; where I break my teeth on the metal bars because my best friend is playing practical jokes; where I swing higher and higher until nausea fills my stomach with butterflies fainting me up, and up, into Death. Yeah, I'm licking the sweetness from the shards of these broken wine bottles because a run in your pantyhose propels me, Sweetheart. I want to recycle all my empty bottles of hope, but where can I redeem them? I've got enough life savers here for the whole human race if they'd just take this poem and s**k on it! 0 you scarlet cardinals with your feathery black faces, I see the diamonds in your eyes under those tousled crests, ah, you're beautiful you fat feasting winterers! (0 God, don't wait till I'm dead to love me!) Don't you understand my wailing like...