body

the pistons pumping.
the bellows heaving like trains.
taste blood in the mouth.

with many fingers
are produced the greatest art.
thinking sausages.

sandman in my eyes.
i walk, a well fed zombie.
need grains not your brains.

the thick wooly head.
the body clock arrhythmic.
dancing with disease.

segments of orange.
all the world so sweet and wet.
my kingdom for more.

skin is paper thin.
the levers rusted and dim.
cogs in the machine.