the meat suit
is malfunctioning
today
the regulator
keeping the voltage
at functional
levels seems
to have gone kaput
a crackling
echoes each step
and the coffee
is doing little
to equalize the
cabin pressure
in my skull to
match the world
in corrosive shades
of petulant pastels

there is no
beauty to be seen
from my flesh cage
distorted notes
of birdsong maladies
a melodious ugliness
seeping deeply into
the slow unraveling
of double helixes
in tepid blasts of
toxic acceptances

decomposing odes
to the putrefaction
of hope’s fetid kiss
for every declaration
left dying in the dirt