.

sometimes you just can't stand it

Her laugh

Is like plastic wrap.

 

suffocating my head

Being pulled (oh anguish!) over my two tragus

Making that awful squee-gee

Making all the capillaries on my neck curl

into KNOTS

and SCREAM

And I am cornered

By her and her fat head friend

And they jiggle viciously

Giggling over hot CHEE-TOES and

SLUR-PEES the size  of Great Danes

 

While I soak back into

the mass of tepid cotton

That is my guilt and fear

That deep at its glass-and-razorwire core

Is compressed and purified

into resignation and despair

 

My extremities battle it

By fidgeting, and tweaking tweaking

With restless electric impulsiveness

That gets nothing done, NOTHING DONE

 

So, like angry volcanoes

the core burps and forms zits on the forehead

the size of MOUNTAINS

 

Not even the gold drenched meadow

That smiles at the sky just before dusk

raises my spirits

Just scours my optic nerve

And makes the dissonance between

Demi-spheres of the mind

Grate and Grate and Erupt with Sparks

That scatter dead by my twitch twitch feet

 

Stuff your face

Stuff your face!

fat fatuous not-knower-not-seer Who wriggles!

 

wriggles