There was one a seed inside of me,
it was abstract and flimsy at first.
It is now the size of your left nut,
I can feel it protruding through my gut.
The maid is in the bathroom,
cleaning up my remains from ralphing earlier.
The ******* was thick,
chunky from the omelet I'd eaten earlier.
I thought I'd stored my brain chemicals away better than that.
That, that once was a lousy piece of seed inside my cumbersome belly due to the ashes you left in my mouth yesterday.
Chewing on fiberglass,
glad we're passed that.
Not too long ago I always felt like the elephant in the room.
I was the octopus squirting slippery blue...
liquid from my eyes,
my laugh and words contorted
to form my broken leg feeling of dangled care out the window.
The wind blew my hysterical scene away,
that,
time,
and the suppliers of the missing balance in the chemistry of my mind.

My feelings towards these events are slowly unravelling themselves and soaring away like the lost feathers in my metallic bore smelling place of sleep.