It's a thick blue
awning, sludge and
sap. Wax trudging and
churning
in my
bowels.
I lay in the
bed, like some
sort of fat cat --
just eaten my fair share
of mice.
Disgust and
green, bubonic and
glee, can I
smile? Can I dial?
Can I
laugh. I've gotten
off the phone with
the quack.
Medication so
raw and sore like
boils redder than
dawn and more,
chinese red and
yellow ochre,
feed me nausea,
until it's
over.
Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 8:29 PM UTC
It's a thick blue
awning, sludge and
sap. Wax trudging and
churning
in my
bowels.
I lay in the
bed, like some
sort of fat cat --
just eaten my fair share
of mice.
Disgust and
green, bubonic and
glee, can I
smile? Can I dial?
Can I
laugh. I've gotten
off the phone with
the quack.
Medication so
raw and sore like
boils redder than
dawn and more,
chinese red and
yellow ochre,
feed me nausea,
until it's
over.
