Impulse Itch Itch Itch Itch
head shoulders knees and toes I itch
I scratch what I itch
makes it hard to write,
these ubiquitous mosquito bites
sweat drying on my nape
shit unwiped caked in my asshole
and the psychosomatic side effects tenfold
nerves nerves nerves nerves
swerve every which way
run faster than decay
to the brain
they bring
pain pain
anxious fits
impulses to itch
and to tell the whole world it ain’t nothin’ but a bitch
don’t’ realize the mosquitoes bit me
and I gave them
blood, life
at just minor inconvenience to myself
don’t realize
I can see with my eyes
trees pretty trees
leaves
stumps trunks
and a funky lake that ripples like nipples what get hard then break
soul soul soul soul
don’t hide like a mole
be independent of my brain