the spastic aspic
flailing in
the ill fitting mold
molded to
his ill fitting sense of
self-preservation
preserved in
the meaty brine
suspended in his disbelief
failing organs
organically organized
in the savory slop

a buffet
of buttery buffering
fluttering fluffily
static images
that once
smoothly streamed
now the reel to real
reels
as the slapslapslap
of the film
against the metal wheel
echoes eerily across
the gradually
settling
gelatinous mass
of what was once
nearly someone

futily adjusting
the aspic ratio of aspects
in regard
to half rasped pleas
for notice