there must be something in the water
or sanitation department,
because my breath always seems to look
rancid under the microscope,
but that could be indicative of
a larger issue that i should attend to;
but i probably won’t,
i definitely won’t
slow diving into a pool of
amoebas trying to squirm out of existence,
and practicing duality in the mirror,
despite looking like a singularity missing the
bus; shooting out towards infinity
and beyond, or so the toy says
waking up at 5am
in a vacuum of my own creation,
as a series of receptors try firing up
and adenosine lulls me into a
false sense of security,
it might be best to try and chug some coffee,
take a salt tablet,
and walk this feeling off
Fred Aiken Writing 