Nameless Krill

God, God damn God

My breathes are heavy

Stress thick in the blood

Panic muck

What the hell do you wish?

Signals and mindless signs

World swirling before me

All I ever wanted dancing away

Sip, spit, no swallow, ha, ha

Not funny inference, dead

God, God damn God

Anger in the wash

Prayed for direction

Led into the blackened gullet

Of a whale trying to digest a body

Whole like rancid nameless krill

Identity aloft becoming nothing

Wanting to be something

In the indifference nonexistence cackles

Feeling like if this was nothing, then I am nothing

The universe is nothing, the interconnection is nothing

The parking lots of vomit, bubblegum mouths and heads full of cotton

Bound victorious in the Olympics of naught

God, God damn God

Thought this was the turn, the spin, the beautiful reward

Cow tobacco spittle cud launched like a mother bird regurgitating into my mouth

Earth goddess blasting lacquered paste of commercial caulk

Stymie the poetry into a landfill of white noise

Screaming into meditation, weeping in the shower head

Cleanliness is next to perdition clawing for the numb

Praying to find a way to get it right

And the nothing is something