Almost Dead

A gaunt face with lifeless eyes stares at a lonely pale ceiling counting revolutions of the gothic fan still hands as insects sustain their stance skin stained of yellow nicotene and black coffee nostrils detect sents of mold and overfilled ashtrays A tounge of sandpaper scores and scratches in a mouth as dead as the day gums bleed of hygene neglagence cloged ears await a sound from the dust caked phone But all bridges have been set ablaze a hunger-struck stomach annoys with roars and bellows and as a fly lands on my nose, I remember to blink