Was it last week I thought it was yesterday.
Then again today seems like next week;
though don’t bother mapping solutions, each clarity brings about an acid reflux –
asphyxiating guts, longer than football fields, crumpled in a body wrathed in immature wrinkling.
And next month the robbers will come to throttle with garrottes, like this month and twice the last;
funny how I lie here in need of a bayonet
for I am unsure if the brain is to blame for my gut which is construing my brain
call me nihilistic for the premise that my body is far from my mastery.
But buy chances build commands banish thy emotions aware that I am bloating to the brim – bullet to the brain I’ll take the bayonet please.