Standing on my head to rid myself of this soul-phlebitis An old hobo train jumper trick apparently All that blood rushing to my previously empty head Filling, pooling graciously flow (Don't we all know, there's nowhere to go but up)
Abruptly fall head first lurching, crunch To the cold brittle hardwood boards of nuns in our parent's youth Creaking (they whip us good) Is this ink sunken in skin to be yer biggest regret? What can pain do for you? Connecting the mind and body Cingulate gyrus integrating reptilian brain vagus nerve body influence with higher Social functioning ugh when really it's all a big joke and the sad clown laughing at the universe is me and i am god and god, god he weeps Breeding consciousness, somatosensory convergence You make my prefrontal cortex sick Subsequent serotonin stomach butterflies The prescience of a dozen acid trip candy flips Tomorrow's 500 micrograms of blissful gut Awareness in bloom
Home, where's home for the moment? Not sure, asking, looking And questing to find o yes and where to go and where to stay And with whom and Why Questions called to no one and nothing (but the sea) That can't hear me As if Nietzsche's 'void' is staring back EAT ME THEN DAMNABLE VOID I cry For What pain is there in true madness, sick little toy words sick little boy slurs