ANTHOLOGY : THE GRIPPY SOCK HOTEL

I WORRY TOO MUCH FOR OTHER PEOPLE, truly

10.2.24 - truly truly, I say unto ye - 

I worry too much for other people, truly

             I worry myself so sick I can't eat, sleep,

     piss, shit, drink - all I do is throw up phlegm

         and shit out bile. If my bones are the

       barbed wire around the winding down

            Nuclear plant, then even the gates

are rusting, and if it starts rusting further even

iron wrought breaks down in time

          And this energy we've concocted, we can

neither create nor destroy, how could we? I

       bow before the laws this Universe

               dictates, thermodynamics and

                        Microwaves

         Let the antimatter cease its comparison

for it is thieving our Joys from me

And I long to dance with Orion again.