Sluggish and tethered to my lettino sull’adriatico
dopo il mese in gruppo leccese
victuals & chemicals spinning
in vortical flow throughout my exhausted poisoned body

Sucking at my brain precious with thoughts
of self-directed ageism,
of paralysis
by an unwanted pregnancy of
self-mutilating friends with
stingy tongues cutting like rose’s thorns their words of prejudice & denial about life’s possibilities

Cowering like court jesters
before the cruelest king
that mere consideration of
entertaining
a philosophy
that pretends Life’s purpose
to be
just
to live

Inundated
within a vortex of
uncentered thoughts
evoking expectation,
desire & disappointment
projecting fears for future plans

An artist’s hand
sets the cherrywood tear drop
free
falling
into the perfectly centered
nipple of ghiaccioed cola blood
of the inversed chalice’s
umbilicus

And I am healing
from a world wrought
with inherent contradictions
in which lies
my salvation