PHILIP HINGE: TAKE MY LIFE, PLEASE
Take My Life, Please
Morbid ruminations and an endless rehashing of the sights
that constitute my visual being are on blast.
Conjuring a historical misfit, I exorcise the anxiety
entombing his guilt; this cosmic clown was born on earth
instead of the stars.
Bananas can't be human, because we eat them. Yet here
they exist, Freudian sight-gag or unaware jester, haplessly
enduring the toils of banality.
The punchlne has no setup, and the audience is growing
take my life, please.