Like Nothing

I walk down the street put back together as if by a child unsure of how it all goes the what & where each foot on the wrong feet an arm & a leg not where an arm & a leg would normally be. The digestive tract hanging out of my head. “Hey! Shit for brains! ” (someone accosts me from very far off) “Watch where you’re going! ” My brains hanging out of my bum an eyeball pinned tactlessly to each hand My lungs stuck badly on to the front of my chest looking like big pink breast enlargements. there appears to be no room for my heart so it is simply left out. Someone asks (just out of interest like) “How does it feel to be paralysed? ” My eyes cry in the palms of my hands wetting my fingernails & talking out of my arse (amn’t I always) I hear a voice (not my own) a crudely stuck on one reply: “Shit...it feels like...shit! ” I smile a broken smile half stuck on & half falling off. “Well, actually it feels like nothing ...nothing! as if you’ve become nothing! ”