I'm bleeding but the sink runs clear
Can't see the toothpaste on the mirror
My eyes explode with fireworks
Gunpowder on a string
My mind feels like a cauliflower
As it shivers in the pan
Spitting oil like a burning tower
Standing in an empty land
I've grown weary of absurdist poems
And scads of gravel on the table
I am draining as the city hums
A swift, concentrated fable