Happy Birthday to Me

Youth cast off absent obligations
and baby fat and grew into maturity
which wrinkled and creased until
it folded into old age, which looked down
at the infant bouncing on it's wrinkled
knees and thought, well damn.

I'm getting too old for this shit.

I Forgot Why I Came

My eyes open to images of snipped sinew,
joints popped by gnashing molars,
earlobes ripped apart by incisors.

It's strange to watch yourself
shred from the inside out,
thumb poised on self-destruct.

I drown as my lungs fill up with blood,
choking as I swallow words,
guard my pride in the pit of my writhing stomach.

There's a foot print on the wrong side
of the door.
I can't stop knocking.