VOLATILE

comfortable corner crushing me
slant ceiling off my vent
self-impressioned ass-mark indent    
the better the view, the more i feel remote
i 86 it and cut the loss
before your empty signals switch me off
    and i’m feeling long-lost

the shell is weather-worn
the fluid at the core is volatile

i’m not quite myself today
maybe i’ll stand and breathe
peel the long-dead skin away
and step out of the beam

yes, i feel like standing on the outside
and take in a risky air
i’d rather die by chance than in my chair
    half unaware

the man is weather-worn
the child at the core is volatile