Set forth the wetness from the round shapes held in
the heavy oddly not-quite-circle
placed upon the flexible cylinder
that often longs to rest as it never feels relief
along with the contracting and expanding devices behind bars
enveloped in some tough red wall which flexes and relaxes
with movement
Those things that help ninety percent of me remain
above the ground which bend and straighten to relocate
my everything even as it painfully resists
The rebellion of the rotating things that stretch
is always evident as they often collapse
And the little appendages at the very bottom tips
often bleed as if they had a feeling of their own
Again, back at the top, of the unit of which I speak
the mushiness behind the round objects that help me see
has a constant angst and recurring sensation of wanting
to end something - wanting to be rid of something - wanting to be relieved of a weight
And the audio system level with the visuals are tired
of the noise, the screaming, and droning and ringing