[self-autopsy]
or just really bad poetry.
i've battled this
i've fought that
i'm tired
i'm hungry
& i don't know what to do
but oh, i guess, yes,
i am so in love w/my
anti-social hunger for
isolation
.. buzz buzz buzz ..
little flies
get away from my ears,
stop sucking the fluid
from my eyes
- i need my self imposed
whispers of exile
i need to be seperate
from u
my segregation
my beautiful, beautiful
segregation from the
faces of the Normal ...
Look on me
as u do butterfly
eggs
feel me now
as u did
the very first
time u ever orgasmed --
breathe me in ..
feel the human fluid
dying inside you ..
break free!
break free!
and to u!
single cells &
cannibal tyrants!
your teeth have
no business being
embedded in my arm!
remove them promptly
sir, or madame -
your party is lame
your guests are bored
& the smell of your
compassion is quite
embarrassing
time to go
time for sleep
better now
than before
ever after
- over now.
i'm forever
offended
& gratefully
undecided.