EYEBALLFART

saved some side-expanse

handstanding the worst-smelling

fart

floor to ceiling foulspace;

or something to that effect

occurring in water,

every little fish in the slipstream

of its swimblade

would be desert-rolled

the fart can misguide a musical instrument:

you strum where once were the neat indentations of

gills, now sealed up

my own sentience isn't that much different in

comparison – sentenced to the drudgery of

un-wobbling a cow-eyeball seasick on the movements of its

blue Gollum-boned rag doll fuck-smurf hybrid host,

once every hour, with its foot pump

the latter gross for tending to

code tiny revelations into spider veins

but fucked

if I can help it