Energy Brinks

Part 1 - Winglessly Wrought

Years of mildly acidic reactions in my stomach from the over consumption of various energy drinks has fused a portion of my DNA with the soft metals I have ingested in my time on this planet to create a Gastrobot.

It looks like a tick made out of dulcet toned tin foil, about the same size; all covered in nasty little claws and spikes.

It resides in the upper section of my lower colon and it pinches my shit pipe with its nippy bitey little claws whenever I feel good.

I'm constipated AND starved of happy thoughts.

I'm hoping Aliens might melt my head with a futuristic sci-fi type ray gun, that'd be neat!

It's either that or I'm gonna have to curse then obey my alarm clock some more.

Part 2: ________

Meanwhile

i haven't got an actual plan

i got the change in my hand

another shady soft drink scam

cooked on carbonised

over the counter

carcinogenic chemicals in a can

warmed on a dashboard

of Melbourne autumn sun

the summing of the nothings

has just about begun

a trigger

is just a

part of

a gun

fucked up on a face full of fleeting fizzy fun

i aint got no kind of feeling words

a mere smattering of simple verbs

trying to avoid the flocks, the herds

hopped up on over hyped healing herbs

it's not a party, it’s not even a dance

it's a liquidly regressive, possessive lack of advance

not even gonna get not even half a chance

sipping seductively soliloquised sugary sustenance

what its done:

don't need to know

all this stuff:

don’t need to show

what do i want?

i just need to go

agitated on ambiently animated Acids and Co.

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The last song you heard!