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



don’t work anymore

nor any sweetened sugary coat

vomit 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