in there

there are monkeys
flinging shit
from the balcony
in my mind
rabid little bastards
with insane fever
burning madness
in their eyes

there are ducks
swimming
in ever tightening
spiralling doom
through my
endocrine system
pecking at
my pituitary gland
like a fat beetle
on the waves

there is a squirrel
frantically clawing
at the insides
of my rib cage
desperate for escape
from the pressures
that are created
in my empty skull

there is a
disheveled corpse
laying in this bed
in a hotel
far from home
singing lonesome blues
to himself
wishing he were
somewhere
anywhere
other than here

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