Masterless Puppet

Gray insects swarming in my green tea
Drink to lips I swallow, gravity coats me with the disease

Black stars catapult rejection in my eyes
Capture my hate in droplets of powdered concrete

Droning toaster sings me to sleep, incineration
Pillow of nails, sprinkle fairy dust in my rambunctious head

Lock me in the magic cape of infinite theatre
Taking trips around the block, circular block making the perfect sense

Melting, humid fungus seems to penetrate capillaries
Coughing my conscious mucus into my hands, novocaine grip

Fleeing to another palace of rotten fruit, endless swarm
Each step taken, transcending layers, spilling my scarecrow straw