Upside Down And Inside Out.

Intestines: tense and
like a knot, right through me.
Tied in a knot and it never loosens.

Head: temples throbbing,
salt water good
for cleansing.

It's a wild night tonight.
Street full of
branches and stones.

Pale half-light of the street lamps
so harsh, just to illuminate this
cutting world.

My wish:
that you would have found your own reason to call.
feeling like
everything that i thought i knew is wrong.
cheap and
worst of all,
worthless.
This I am working on.

O snail
climb mount fuji,
my heart stops when you do.