strictly pavlovian

some things have been ruined beyond repair

fissures running

too deep, glass cracked and

reflection obscured

my responses are strictly

pavlovian

so when the clock hands wind

their lazy way around the face

the only natural response

is to weep

i have made a river

but i cannot build a boat

so i will float, i will float

spiral towards the great drain

big sucking hole in my belly

gaping mouth prepared to swallow

every part of me that is

broken glass and splinters

and spit back all the skin