I'd like so much
To be liked, to be loved
I dream of being held
By anyone

...slug song...

I dream so strong
Of being kissed
Who's gonna whisper
Sweet words in my ears

It's not so easy
To be a slug
It's not so easy
To be a slug...

why don't you like me

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.