Today, I’m a slowly draining bath tub. Clambering towards your knees. A grey-green mix of what you just sloughed. Can’t you just see yourself? Keep looking, let me crawl up, let me show you you. Yes, stay still, leave those orbs on me, you useless, dirty sponge you.
Yesterday, I’ll be a sink. Full of squalid, crusting dishes. Graciously smelling of what you wolfed, little piggy. I’ll be a reflection waiting when you wake, waiting when you get home. I like to grow, you know, so let me. Stare at me, stare at me… Aha! He gets it, yes, a statue to you, crusty, useless you.
Tomorrow I was trash, piling up on your sidewalk. You don’t know where I came from. I’m not even yours but you get it. You see yourself in me. Linger like me, pollute like me, come out of nowhere like me. Scanning my form slowly, you think I’m sexy, don’t you? You dirty boy. Join me at the corner so everyone can hate us, yes let me smother you. Mmm, yes, now you understand, you useless filth you.
Last year I’m a larval pile, gift of life. Lovely writhing, next to you, on you. Do you get it yet? Stand there long enough and we’ll take flight, dear relative, plant some more in your skin. Keep wriggling, twisting, shifting, you! Yes, sit there, wait for the water to boil. You think that’ll stop us (hahaha). Bathe us and bathe yourself from breathing, you boiling nothing, you’ll never fly, useless, writhing you.
Next week it’s a shot glass full of ash, cigarette butts and roaches, chilling casual on your windowsill. Yes, stay transfixed you. You want us to slither down that gullet, don’t you? You delightful, sick fuck, you. Yes, come smell us, ca-cough-ony that we are. Mmmmmmm. You smell our poison, kind brother, we smell yours. Ours is of the mind, like your own! Revel in our sickness and we’ll revel in yours. Drink us at the windowsill, you useless, burnt-ass you.
In a decade, I’m all these things, but tonight I’m you. Frantic, manic, hallucinating you. Think as much as you want, sweet vessel, I creep in those, too. Watch the shadows, see how they boogie, boogie into something darker, something watching? Yeah, look in the mirror you, that ring-eyed and greasy piece is you! Try to write, try to play, try to laugh, I dare you. I checked all that selfish, stupid shit at the threshold of the sun, winking you a modicum of luck as it fucked off. I lock the door and I draw the curtains. Yeah, of course your laugh is tainted! I feed on that, silly, sweet love, let me kiss you. Mmm. The good doc says we’re depression and anxiety, but really, I’m the truth. Inescapable self-loathing and paranoia. You bathe in truth, stare at truth, smell the truth, study the truth. You have to, you useless, white-knuckled truth, you.