Nausea

(someone once zapped me and fried the circuits)

I. Last night I began to feel sick. My abdomen swelled up as though I had swallowed a couple of bowling balls. And I had the urge to split myself open like a piñata, let the smoked hams and turkeys spill out onto the floor from inside me.

 

II. Sometimes my thoughts resemble hard plugs of dark and rich material, but other times they come out all loose and liquidy. It doesn't seem to matter what I have eaten or read, the time of day, or even the length of my toenails. Such diversity and chaos is heartening I must say.

III. On other occasions I get the urge to invite a friend over, ask him to puncture the base of my spine with a Bic pen, or maybe just with the casing of the pen, not the entire pen itself. The instruction manual warns that there can be way too much spinal fluid in there, and it needs to come out. Besides I just want to catch a whiff of the stuff. I've been told it has the aroma of transmission fluid ....you know....more of the stuff that made Rome great.

Author's Note

(this is reworked)

Reviews

[. serah .]

-- whoa...!!! -- it seems that when the speaker's integrity, intelligence and essence are attacked, the speaker has this incredible urge to actually rip himself apart and see what's inside... kinda like looking for physical evidence of his inner metaphysics... -- only an utterly remarkable mind--one that is devoted to the process of investigation--could've written this piece... and the sarcasm in the concluding lines makes it so powerful that the reader knows that despite being shaken up, the speaker has not lost his universe of self-belief... -- thanks a million for re-publishing this piece, maestro d. ... for me, it's an amazingly empowering read... -- i would be able to get up from a boxing bout i've lost... with my self-esteem intact... because of these stark and powerful images and thoughts of yours...