i am sick and insatiable and my
neurons are green and my
sweat smells like weeds and
octocrylene and i can't escape
obsession because it waits
behind every door
and pleasure is so fleeting
because time keeps on eating
the sublime and extending the
mundane and the insufferable
and the plain.

i am unsatisfied and raw and
full of doubt
i unhinge my jaw so my soul
can climb out
and it shackles itself to
whomever it pleases and it
won’t let go until it starts to
bleed and then it still won’t let
go until it starts to die and then
it still won’t let go until it starts
to rot and then it finds new
shackles in a different spot and
the old, rusted shackles are
completely forgot.