i sit
captive as
my brain spins
anxieties
each easily
shattered
yet they
swarm
slowly
riddling
me full
of holes
until i
can’t help
but collapse
my torn flesh
is consumed
leaving just
a pockmarked
skull grinning
winsomely
toward the
morning star
to gleam dully
from glaring
empty sockets

if i don’t
move i will
not totter
no totter
no teeter
not teeter
no falling
no plummetting
no shattering
into an orgy
of souldust
requiems for
all the orphaned
daydreamers
huddled around
trashcan fires
breathing fumes
to see visions
of what tomorrow
doesn’t hold
origami heart
scorched and
scarred by the
errant jolts of
anxieties running
amuck in the
rancid bog of
ill mannered
semipoetic
meanderings