the fleshsuit lies
slumped
on the couch
thin lines
of spittle trail
from flaccid lips
the stench of
hopeshatter
fills the room
in a heavy malaise

lazy hazy
crippled inside
heartblood pools
of love denied

vacant stares
face ever up
a fat horsefly
rests
upon retinal dismay
no twitch
a lack
of bodyshiver
in the tepid stream
of disengagement