I can’t believe the pain I’m feeling in my abdomen
jarred and shook, a little boy on the edge of a bad omen

His head is spinning and its swirling down the drain
every synapse has been confiscated by the profane

A lost ice pick, astray, swam straight up his vein
hypochondria split and shoved it in two quarters of the brain

Kid Twist took residence in his neural neighborhood
set fire to the scaffolding cause he knew he could

The amygdala speaks only when its not wanted
and leaves the cortex grasping for things undaunted

Survival and adrenaline come joined in battle
trying to stop his being from collapsing to its death rattle

But eventually that second life force chokes up and runs out
the blood sea tide rolls in and carries him to his checkout

Equanimity comes face down in that ocean
and a sweet release calls him to one last motion

I’m going to take flight and leave this world like a blue jay
and right then and there, I farted, and all the pain went away