There was blood
In the mask I sound like Daniel Day-Lewis if I try.
At the 92nd Street Y
with P.T. Anderson shilling 'There Will Be Blood'
and killing the mood.
"I can't really say," I say.
"I'm just a vehicle. I play."
But I can't get the accent right.
My Daniel Day whines like John Malkovich on the night
Matt Damon busts him up
like my lip
on the night I was served
and I punched myself in the face
in the mirror
until I bled.