Rot

Hours and hours and hours and hours...
Spend most days in bed
nights as well.

Hair starts to fall off. One by one.
nosebleeds becoming all the more frequent
false teeth and flaky skin
I smell of rot.

Flamingo

An endless and unwilling imitation of the sloth
Dizziness from fifty-seven cups of coffee
slowly, it gets dark, transitioning into nightfall
but there is a rising pulse,
there is a flaming desire,
I see the Flamingo Bird