I’m too full to move
my toes swell
I see flashes of chunky red
like when I shit without being fed.
Unwell the well ends quick.
The water in my pit’s
ready
to burst.
I’ll spit enough to quench entire Africa’s thirst.
The seams, they plead and plead.
Every hole awaiting its mole.
Explosive.
Convulsive, but
not until I run.
But not until I’m don…….
interrupted by bubbles.
Boil me in water clean
and scrub my reeking spleen.
The shit’s on the walls and ceilings and stalls and fans
my medicine, man, can’t hold my hand