Spit

if i step out of the light

don't take it personal

it's not your shine that's dying down

it's mine.

there is too much of too much and i am

poor at keeping up the face

for everyone

the eyes are everywhere.

there is no space to blink and rest

my own.

i need to sleep i need to work i need to

breathe

this planet swallows me like semen

spits me out on to the dirty bathroom floor

of some grey rest stop

pale and naked under

cold fluorescent lights

my mind is stripped and shot and plastered

in some psychic tabloid abyss

i am sick and i am cold and i am

small.