Polyp on My Paranoia
I swam blank stared expecting bombardment.
Stealth software exercised restraint exploiting
soft spots. Skyfalling cataclysms I feared
would prick my finger. I skidded
& dodged signal interception
& watered down my threat level to melted.
I was at home in a drone’s guardianship
nuzzled & loved
& spurting out blood.
They practiced no restraint in abrasion.
Percussive hemorrhages seeped
policing into cranial crevices.
Hovering predators persuaded modification
on my grin as it waded into blazes.
After a time I stopped blipping.
My dot on the GPS stood still
& the eyes watching me
yanked me from the screen
& drank my blood.
Devastated my nether regions
& outright inserted decay anally.
Fucked me moldy.
Gawking clouds hated the smell
& exited stage left.
I hated the flavor of triage
painted in torso increments.
Laser seeking continued unabated.
Lyrical asphyxiations contracted
& enzymatic erosions
molded stiff digits
into scorched branches.
Chimes drooped dejectedly.
Scalding songs campaigned
my eardrums into quarantine.
Absentee anatomy was indifferent.
C. J. Waterman doesn’t live anywhere at the moment. His chapbook Unstoppable Citizen appears in The Chapbook.