swimming through flesh
monomania exists
only if chance insanity is marginalized
incorrectly

my stomach
aches in yearning
for nothing

my fingers have blistered as i can no longer harness the sun
warmth is foreign and intrusive
warmth serves to damage and even sometimes destroy

fill my tear ducts with sulfuric acid
monetize my emotions
bury me in a mass grave
dug for no one but myself

cataract eyes
lungs full of coal

i swallowed my heart and it was full of worms

compartmentalized in an overhead cabin
gestures of kindness
favors that only exist in the past tense
and lose meaning in the present

fell asleep in my seat
they locked me in

six in the morning
five phases of traffic
autophagia to pass the time

arrived at work with one less arm
it doesn't matter if your face is made for radio

broken legs approaching the podium
lost in open water
stranded in the emergency room
with a four inch dislocation
and wasps burrowing into my intestines

like a dog in heat, panting
always

wake up
from slumber you cannot call your own
walk
run
move
proteins block and
blur motion

if i thought i could do it i probably would have done it
being in the hospital long enough
has taught me that colors correlate to days
and that the opposite is true as well

i have too much of what makes you good
and that is why i am what i am