homo
seems i been troubleshooting something or the other
just to stay afloat
you know your not gonna make it hanging
on the outside of the boat
sharks at your heels
fear now knows every acre of your drowning heart,
your compass, regulated in the direction for
the safest place to feel.
you refuse to look at me with more than a glance,
have i deteriorated and gone bust at the crap table of chance.
they say my oxygen level is only gonna get worse
now finally there are half naked women, who put sterile gloves on,
to poke at this wretched curse.
everytime i played the game of life, i wished,
i could be the pink peg superglued in the passenger
seat of your car. i’m a beast held in by fragile loose bars.
but just like in the game of life
you spin till your spun, you hug everyone,
after the game is unanimously won.
i can tell by your casual embrace that it must’ve been fun.
i call it mitosis when two cells become one.
