there is
an elasticity
to this anxiety which
keeps me steady
bouncing in place

a toxicity in
recursive lines
of grammar rays
giving eerything
agarishgreentint

an irregular hum
dischordiant tones
howlingareverberation
across an insolent
afternoonofelgaicdecline

i spin
a faulty compass
guiding a failing form
farther and further
from familiarity
a phony symphony
offarcicalfragments
flagellating facts
into a phantasmagoria
of filthy flaws
stretching myself
thinnerandthinner
until every filament
fracturesandfades

an afternoon spent
anxiously trying to
contort into something
other than me and finding
escape is not an option