“HE” Gaveth Thee A Lemon

Why is this body falling apart so young?

The hearing — like cotton balls smashed all the time into my eardrums.

Across the eyeballs, flashes and streaks — like my very own, personal, spur-of-any-moment Fourth of July fireworks.


(Only, I DEMAND my money back for this lousy display.)

And, inside my skull, dripping (always only on the left side) — like rolling beads of sweat,

but on the wrong side of my skin.

At least I’ll leave a fairly ship-shape corpse. That is, on the outside. The autopsy, I imagine, will be a funhouse of surprises for the coroner.

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