Clockwise Cat Strikes Back

keys key Keys open doors Doors lead to rooms and Rooms eat
People.
i'm a machination an abomination i heat and sweat and fear and run and pump and cuddle mounds
of sounds my arms are sore i want to rest them down
here is there anywhere really but i need to move closer closer to move
i'm
yearning and seething and sizzling to soothe a baby in a bath yellow rubber buoy in a bath bathe
in water dry on clouds pounds and pounds and pounds of flesh amorphous malleable yet Stuck
Stuck
STUCK
i can't Forget i can't not be i can't not be i can't not be
i cannot can't be Being.
i am
and here
swallows and hollows and lungs and veins and skin
integumentary
fortified and ephemerally present
transience is a science and science an alliance but
my back is sore and
my shoulders are open and graven and shaken
sharpen the shoe and sour the pitch
the bitch is a bitch is a bitch is a bitch
stuck ever rhyming
pining and dining and swerving to curve through windfalls and water stones
less be less be more than this
this is that is that is this though this be having been sprung on top that is a waft of innumerable
being that has had been won one won though through having had though through those thyroid
and riboflavin livers and loot and lions munching a hyena or zebra is a lack and more has wore is
a whore is bound
there is Steel softly warming my wrists and strings that sever me from here
am I I am
Softly Trying To Forget
Author bio: Zach Trebino is a performance artist, theatre-maker and writer based in Baltimore.
He was born during the fall of the Berlin wall and strives to become an antithesis to the deadly
socio-political complacency induced by the constant, futile clawing toward the illusory fantasy of
the American middle-class that plagued his upbringing. For more samples of his work visit:
https://zachtrebino.apostrophenow.com