woke to
jackhammers
in my skull
and razor wire
wrapped around
my stomach
in a state of
nauseated
exhaustion
after an
evening filled
withfeverdreams

might not be
an external illness
just the fact
i am sick
of myself
manifesting in
a need to shut
the fuck up
and learn when
my presence is
merely tolerated
not desired

there is no
dial tone when i
call out to the
universe for
any sign of hope
a disconnection
atthecellularlevel
as inconvenient
illnessesilluminate
a fool mostly
talking to himself