a loose brain
floating
in a lukewarm bath
circling ever further
towards
total madness
the juices of my flesh
run clearer
but not
without
apprehension
I’ve got a cold
that will not end
that suffocates me
while I eat
and think
and drink
the weight of everything
leans on my shoulders
like a perverse relative
whom I wish to forget
and grins at me
like a skull
my own skull
time’s skull
grains
of sand
falling
no one will ever
feel
– Harris Coverley
Comments 2
Sorry to be a pain, but could you just correct my surname to “Coverley”?
Otherwise it might make it harder for people to look for my other work.
Updated. Sorry about that! Next time feel free to shoot us an email for faster action. – JO