Belly bursting, bursting bile,
God help me, like an Alien scene
only no interplanetary mission,
no gestation, instantaneous im-
plo-sion, ack! Not in, EXplosion.
Guts gone mad, spinning mad,
how long before the impact, the
reversal, stopper down, til brain
bit-splats paint walls splotched?
Constipated concentration cuts
in deeply, threatened blood spill,
but nothing comes, not a dribble.
Struggle, struggle, eking drops,
dripping platelets, life stuff til
death dries blood, water-plasma
to crusty nothing, like this spell-
dry, buds nipped, fount sprung-
out, nothing left but tensional
growth, crescendo killers ready to
pounce position, bow-arced-arrow
drawn, and still nerves fray-swell.
No celestrial tandos to write, no
rondos or gallyups to plug, ply, and
pen before nightfall’s dark clearing.
Expel, breathe, steam out, the moon
is pinched inside itself tonight too.
In the gaze of the other 