"living"

i wander today
with my life in my hand
unable to swallow it down
a coughed up
glob of unknowns
lying amongst
broken mirror bits
of what the fuck fors
i try to burn it down
spit it up
shit it out
flush
and dig
but it all returns
in the Springtime
of my Voodoo
singing and growing
taunting
like a maniacal weed
feed me, Seymour
an itch you just
can't
scratch
so with burnt coffee
scalding my throat
i take my life
and swallow it down
smoke another cigarette
and "live"
another day