From the ventricular beating comes the pulse

Of the stinking iron between my teeth

And punching of my neck

 

From the rotting of the palate comes the heave

Of the dreaded desert breath

And choking stones

 

From the tremor of the limbs comes the aching of the flesh

The rash and heavy lids

Of stinging iris

 

From the throbbing squirm of the cerebrospinal snake

Comes the vision of doom

And the end of my days

 

Rid me of the sickness I spit out into the sink before me

Rid me of lymphatic misery

And oasis beyond reach

Cracked teeth, fucked split and seminal slop

I hardly ask for much

 

Forgive me, for I bit my lip until it bled and I sucked it dry

My face left white and limbs left limp

Rid me of my self inflicted heaving

Especially in the evening

My doctor said nothing

 

I may as well forget

None of it existed before I went looking

Nobody can know about it anyway