Lullabies Don’t Work Anymore

 

a nausea

greater than any nausea

of the mind,  of any existential kind

is that of the body, moist and soggy

 

lullabies

don’t work anymore

nor any sweetened sugary coat

vomit out.spit.to swallow.slurp.

sick.saliva.drooling.lying loose.

sticking out, floating on the spittoon

 

all food is poison

any sound kills sleep

 

stomach clenches

cheeks flush

pupils pop out

horrid and pale

 

sight, smell are both unwell

hoping to hope is hope-less

 

all get well soon’s are cosy cocoons

wrapped up in foils are silver spoons

like a fish choked out, out throbbing off its pool