i feel like a broken toy;
 hung in front of a world unworthy
raped of my value and jaded
bitter; coarse - like my corners
offend the universe.
my eyes, in this moment
could swallow stars
twisting on the head of a pin
and folding inwards;
a kaliedoscope kismet comet
aimed for collision;
an explosion of mute and blind
like a grenade
or a volcano
 -  erupting in black & white
sutured by my own impotence to act
because I'm terrified of change
or terrified of myself
and all the self-knowledge I've gained.
I'm lost in my dreamscapes -
and I've taken so many drugs
I haven't felt my feet in weeks
and this empty bottle
feels like an uttered metaphor.
I've a sorry, a thankyou and a goodbye
 lurking in the corners of my tongue.