I am no longer a comfort to othersI've entered my nombril
the belly button of psychosis
spinning in paranoia.
I eat bananas all day long while
I watch the clock
and listen to the door.
Self doubt follows me like a stray cat
that I'm afraid to kick away.
Age and time. Shifting toward cancer, dementia, seemingly unstopable.
I take selenium from the sea. There are buckets of seaweed in my bathroom.
I am no longer a comfort to others or myself,

I grab my knife and a whip in my dreams smashing my stomache and back till the bones bleed and a hole erupts.
I take a knife and I cut off bits of seaweed that I eat in my silent kitchen.
I am taking selenium in doses that the doctor says isn't safe. I am taking selenium in doses that the doctor says isn't safe.
I drink beer to keep the seaweed down.
The
highs of applause amplify the lows of my loneliness, once the hands
have all stopped clapping, I can hear my stomach moaning.
Doubts about vision and intelligence - stop the spontaneous breathing.

Echoes
of her laughter keep me awake. I am no longer a comfort to others and I
climb a dark wall using a candle that I hold in my teeth. It is a dark
moutain, humid and green. I climb into my bathtub and cover myself in
the sinuous weed from the sea.
I am no longer a comfort to others.
I am taking selenium in doses that the doctor says in't safe.

No,



not there and not hidden,
Fox
take your responsibilities
I can see you
I do, scatter you
It is not the road to be taken, don’t speak, don’t think
And cover your mouth, but show your eyes
I have to see where your’ looking at
Go on TV the
boredom is there to listen to you
How many
we have lost, won, received share, to take
Show you on the web
How many evictions this year ?

How many flights ?

How many expulsion today ?
How many expulsions this year?