Sucking on your thumb,
Time stops, you feel numb.
With two fingers down your throat,
Like clockwork, cogs and diesel,
You paint your intestines across the easel.
With a whole fist down your throat,
Chimes marking yesterday beat at your head again
Again you cant remember which way time went
And now you wake up before yesterday
Salivating down your elbow,
The clock strikes nine,
Half an hour before you last memory of life.
Chewing upon your biceps,
All the clocks come to rest.
Spitting blood and shrieking in agony,
You awake after your sedation,
You awake after your amputation.
