Julio, Come To Me
I'm in a hospital room
for something.
Head trauma?
The doctors are feeding
me these pills.
Except, they're not
doctors,
they're these, you know
cosmic beings
stalking from the corner
of this dusty
Hexagon.
What I thought
were pills
I now know
are the vital
crystals of
endoenlightenment.
I clasp them with
my hand
and crunch them
with my teeth.
Except, they're
not my teeth,
or my hands,
but flowing
orifices
projected by my
very frightened
and disillusioned
left ventricle.
Thump, thump, thump
goes my left
cremaster muscle.
It creaks to life.
I am now peeling
from the walls
of the open
cavity
of a vivisected
ideology.
Julio, come to me.
Bring me my insulin drink.
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