Mucopolysaccarides
dribble down my neck
trickle down my arm
placed upon my chest
circling my palm
before it rests
what a relief
none of it’s me
inter waves undulate
pedal waves radiate
waves of relief
through my blood stream
bubbling beneath
ever calming sea
pressure built gently
decreased space to breath
think i’m ill mentally
not sure how to proceed
hope to be turned in to foam
and a breeze will take me home
to the glee that i’ve known
and the love i’ve been shown
What kind of work do you do?
Worry work,
worry work,
worry work,
worry work.