slobbernap

Paper run thin.
Day run down.
Brain run dull.
Life run dry.

Swirls and esophageal unrest
                  flutter jitter
                  yawn a sign
                  the cardiac stutter.

{And again again again again}
{     whoa clank piano chord  }
{     stringy groaning bass.     }
                                                 

This grey an oil blotched parking lot
        empty but striped, listing off
        to leftright comego highway,

All of it catching up,
              whelming me over.

Unsettled settler: I've no place
                            I've lost.