Ultra-sonic screams
“love me, please!”
I can only shout them
Cerebellum to cerebrum
Id to ego
And not without jack on the rocks.
My head a puffer fish
bloated with hope and
toxic with envy.
You eat it raw
wasabi and soy
a green perfidy
in a sour brown sea.
Grief rises like beer head
I slurp it in
Without spilling a drop…
And pour some more.
Close the taps! honeybun
on the reservoir of guilt
You are inebriated enough
with it.
Dreams used to be
White blood cells
Recently I have developed
Multiple sclerosis.
I lusted for Nirvana
Desire is what I crave now...
