every day is runny                                   
hungry erogenous wounds                    
nuzzling  boobing  and bursting
and then healing   only to expand        
                       in gasps and searches
billowing open gills  the being is expended
but the self erupting  and the heat
and the ***** health vulnerability
it doesn’t stop and weather beats heat
battery builds in the concrete
and the others glide in light drapes
and daily life and a clean work uniform            
and frequent showers                                
                 and confused doctors notes
can’t disguise the revolting releases                  
             and paffing of diluted pheromones
and the rabid sweating and revolving motions
and rapid incoherences                                
                            and a collapsed posture
    inside     i am a fizzing fist of decay