today
my mind is
a pinwheel
spinning
quickly
in an illusion
of solidity
a slurry of
incorporeality
a simmering
swill of
flashing lights
standing on
quicksand
heartshudders
wondering why
my pantlegs
are getting wet
ignoring the
sucking sounds
at my feet
sinking into
the whirling maw
of a meat grinder
until all i am
is a string of
rotten sausages
blowing in
the cold breeze