Life Inside Liquid

I have vomited blood

and bright gray mushrooms



unaltered mushrooms

floating in a sea

of pulpy orange

tossing and turning

in a tumult of bile

the former contents

of my body lain before my eyes

in a perpetual state of vulgar imagery

waves of decomposition coalescing


but only for an infinitesimal period

although becoming almost infinite

thru the passage of thoughts via the corridors

of neurotransmitters

this movement has reflected the excrement

of a busted brain

and the hopes of beyond trillions of versions

of a human have been wasted

in a bowl of porcelain