Termite Virus
Barbed wire rub, he’s
myriad miles long.
I’m midway. He’s an
attachment. An injury.
My blight. Scribble
ghoul, flame when
he strikes. Ample eyes.
I can’t trust much.
Unknown quantity succumbed
trees. Unknown quantity
clinging. I’m among them,
a pebble dodging moss.
Show my snowglobe,
an old TV, white static.
You can hear that.
Thinking, thinking, increasing
nightmare. Wet now. Ocean
left and right. Spin roulette.
His casino. My heartbeat
lightning like a hummingbird's
wings. Stomach roller coaster
derailment. I fear that this
may continue eternally.