mud breakfast

Waking in transit
between a place of unconsciousness
to a place of electrocuting dull metal pangs
felt between your nose
and your two front teeth
and a little behind your eyes.

She exposes a thigh
slid between fabric,
because she's seen this in many adverts before
and anticipates
it will somehow energise her
heavy muscles.

It does not.

A knot in the throat
now spreads in a flesh-eating-manner
across the respiratory tract
infecting without glamour -
indistinguishably
blended in
pitch-perfect skin-tone of asthma,
a raspy and gruff
Good Morning disaster.

A new dimension of directing
the bugs in the veins
to make the uptight body
upright,
to aid the out-of -focus eyes
fix up on something,
soften, or distort - besides,
she's lensless.

Sticky tar
she climbs through
and into a cave of nothingness.
Yelps echoing around for one,
then absorbed in the latex walls
of chaos,
of course.

A morning effect,
the opposite of lemons and tangy sourness,
a mess
created in her face
to obstruct from any sort of normalcy,
and blemish a tabula rasa
with horror
and self-pity,
as 'toast' with her coffee.

Occasionally she feels fully responsible for imagining such an elaborate illness all by herself.

Good Morning.

no good

no good for anything, you
no good for a decent man
no good for decency
no value
no face
no importance

a subservient subhuman subspecies
to seduce
with reduced-price alcohol
a treat before pushed in the car
-a low-cost pushover-
taken to the beach.

the ridiculous professions of love
oh how do they love to tell you they love you
to taint your perception of love forever.

you are caressed with sceptic motions
and hugged with clammy claws
and scratched with violent stubble
and lifted with intimidating strength
and pushed down past
the fresh starched shirt,
the hairy chest,
the musty waistline.

again and again
a verification
of your inability
a verification of your lack of strength
approved as a whore. tic.

the only redeeming feature:
you are far away from home
a different person.
a world you don't ever have to visit after them.
mistakenly,
as you can never take yourself
out of the picture
completely.
tainted.

but your head is clear
and your actions calculated.
a stern woman.
with admirable strength
-a high-flying jetsetter-
a flexible, capable,
fanciful operator.

again and again
a verification
of how cunning
and admirably courageous
and beautiful
you are.

go to bed and smile
for lack of a better facial expression
or for lack of promise.
nothing is forever
but you.