My Decay
first stage
I am decaying
Right in this very moment
Actually tasting, enjoying the very process of it
Shrinking, dehydrating
Burning some high dangerous levels of vitality
Wasting layers
My body.
Eating its own share of sustainable proteins
Radical speed approach
Passing and pissing time
Withering through an extremely tight and yet scattered carcass.
I’m only being anxious
And curious
Hard dealing with my own entropic other one
Betting on high cards
Dreaming at perfect figures
Of light.
second stage
Trapped in head
Vast no rental charge area
Only life billing
Strange negotiating skills
Refined sand through my teeth
How am I suppose to recognize
The better
From myriads?
I choose only to gaze
Very slow and indefinite pace
Edges everywhere
Sadistic sharp corners
Tortuous shades and blinding
Violet lights
Cutting right throughout my clenched bowels.
That’s definitely not a very good moment
Or space
To take a crap and have a smoke.
final stage
There’s never, anything final about it.
Copyright © Sacha Iacob | Year Posted 2011
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