i wish
to curl up
bend my limbs
into
a fibonacci sequence
find nature
in the unnatural
recombinant strands
of innocent abuse

a simple
pavlovian response
to the indecent
orchestral arraignments
drifting on the theorems
of the bell curve
the bell jar
the latent depression
of existence

crack
my painful joints
into whatever
patent pending
disgraceful ballet
that soothes
the sultry sighs
of irregular
unregulated regurgitants

we are all art
crafted
from the scraps
of ancedotal drippings
coursing
in chaotic array
to the pulse
of the uncaring
cosmos themselves

seeking the pulse
of unseen organs
spewing
the last rhythmic notes
of an insular
composition
the wheezing sighs
of woodwind throats
singing into the abyss