Disfigured Isolation -

Headaches, coughing fits, neurasthenics and saint vitus dancers

To you who wheeze and sneeze and bawl

Get out from my bed I cannot name you

Stumbling forward on cracked hooves

Who’d have thought I’d grow up and grow horns

They make monsters wait in line like other men

Have you ever met anyone?

To hold something my hands could not crush

No, no medicine

Planned wound, opens like a wet flower

Stitches slip and won’t hold

Find life even here

When I must feed my python hair

Am I not deserving of love?

Who would pay to see a bird bleed, anyone?