"I like you,"
Is how Big G bellowed from the basement of his belly
(I imagine gravity booms at every inflect of his
mellow baritone bellow),
Echoed off the walls of my cognitive halls.
I resolved to get to the bottom of all the alls
that burdened my body down.
Body bound by pound on top of pound
of groundless weight:
The duress that gravity pressed upon my head
rendered me utterly confounded.
I resolved to get to the bottom of all the alls
that burdened my body down.
Body bound by pound on top of pound
of groundless weight:
The duress that gravity pressed upon my head
rendered me utterly confounded.
So I said to Big G,
my unlikely oppressor
"But your intracranial pressure, that
smoldering smog that fogs the thought,
that smothers all logic into bullheaded knot,
is wrought by rot
and I am crashing violently downward Earth's core.
I implore of you: restore my former mass."
And as I lay fraught with fret,
the fringes of freedom
all frostbitten and beaten,
tempted me toward
tomorrow:
my magnet rebelling on the verge of resilience.
about: my clinical depression
my unlikely oppressor
"But your intracranial pressure, that
smoldering smog that fogs the thought,
that smothers all logic into bullheaded knot,
is wrought by rot
and I am crashing violently downward Earth's core.
I implore of you: restore my former mass."
And as I lay fraught with fret,
the fringes of freedom
all frostbitten and beaten,
tempted me toward
tomorrow:
my magnet rebelling on the verge of resilience.
about: my clinical depression
