I have
lost the plot
must have
(like the cake
in the song)
left it out
in the rain
the stars drip
like hot icing
this is a vision
I cannot bear
cannot sustain
something is
growing, moving
in the sweltering
darkness
I flap
like a starfish
about to go
nova
out of this
wreckage I pull fire
I pull gold
nothing will ever (he
snuffles and snorts)
will ever
be the same.
