HeartBreak Overload

of early today, been walking like a zombie suffering from bloody marasmus. the zest of life has oozed out of me like the muddy dum dying on Nairobians.

tasteless, passionless, life seems to be.

my pre-occupations are constantly hounding me and the thinking cancer is back with its scary multiplicity. no one understands what i am all about. i talk of the third cousins of the topic on the table...thoughts humping and pro-creating at a faster rate than i can speak and i am covered in a blanket of blank stares.

the staircase to my destiny is spiralling uncontrollably to the soundtrack my pleads, pleas...

But even as my joints creak for lack of lvely grease, and my teeth 'clatter' in a shivery chatter, trata ta ta ta, rhyming with my pounding fingers...no word dares to come out.

my lips are unkissably ashen, dried up like i dipped them in jet fuel. my disarmament armoury that was my smile, is now sickle and droopy, a shadow of a shadow of its former self.

but dear spider, dear silky spider

...i can hear someone calling.

you're your own yoyo...
hanging by yourself, suspending your own life with thy belly
you will soon silently weave a silvery web
below the dark cloud