we are all
maggots squirming
along the fetid
corpse of wonder
gluttonously
feeding on the
detritus shed
leaving only
dreamshit fossils
grains of sand
lost in the
bottom bulb
in an eternity of
supple regrets

i stagger in
the strobing effect
of unfulfilled
promises flashing
with every blink
uncertain if
i exist in the now
or the frozen instant
of every cell screaming
for the succor only
availible upon
her smiling lips
drowning in an
agony so delicious
the squirming hoard
bloated white with
interminable hunger
are compelled to
consume me whole