One night in a week
my demons plague me I cant sleep
my brain is a cup noodle
a stirring hurricane in the heat
my ears wrung off in sick repeat
again and again and again
hmming on and on and on
my skull a bulge twisted Styrofoam
a sea of pinching toothpicks
mushy noodles and oil
indistinct car horns
(in the white)
frequency up! down! all around!

but reality is melted plastic stuffed into blasted eardrums
like pasty black sauce coatin
wide bloated strings
blaring radio signals reflect deflect
they echo they bombard
and rope tighter and tighter
till a crushed slump of meat
(you choke no no no
you learn scream dont scream)
silences 2 loud polythene
and everything in between
a hemisphere of difference you and me
plates and chopsticks distance across the sea
abyss in front of you couldnt slip
you open your mouth no sound
but putrid white
foam

cease the boiling
cease the flashing screen under whose lids
cease the cradle just the fall
if only cut the battery
cut the hope
let die
then let live
© Elvin