comatose in the toilet

the gambit in the spotlight. scared off the streetlights. comatose in the toilet. on the bowls edge. spewing my guts out. laughing anguish. stripped with the turpentine. the stomach lining disappears. the black fingers scribbling on your soul. away.

the subway is a riot act. a murky acid beaker. stables of dark horses with no golden manes. i am the black swan. wading to the top. peering for the last air. can i get it? opium opus. careless indecision. sticking out just for the rest. the black fingers tear you life away. you have no say.

house of cards ready to fall. i huff and i puff hard. my static panic. on the station, worms wimper. the black fingers tear me away.

frightened of dying out like the dinosaurs. got not release. pen on my paper sucks down the plughole. gaping wrists, where those iron chains were. gripping and rapping out. i waste. black fingers sparing your soul. deleted when you become inconvinent.

i am nothing but a puppet. a lighthouse keepers toy. a rattle in a cage. comatose in the toilet. flushing my soul along with the fecies and urine. left to just bang the doors. scream at injections. wipe my skin off foreign articles. blow dry my hands. leave it all. then behold the sequel.

if all is a sequel. then is there a part two to all involved. black fingers tearing the pages away. loose leaf, controlled by the rag and bone man. sweet sleep. just forget it all. dream it away. vanilla skies, stargaze, pillow drops of cloud nine. spare a thought for the real self in Africa. black fingers stealing the oppurtionities. away.