Cloudbusting

What is there 
to say 
about the 
hard points 
of my body &
the way 
they are 
diminishing.

In my sleep
I sweat 
a fluid
that is 
scentless 
& flavorless.
I am dissolving
in a lake
of my own
invention.

I love
cryptically.
An erotic
dream 
in which 
I’m slowly
unbuttoning
a tremendous
flannel shirt.

I am turning 
my mind 
into a beam 
of blinding light.
Rehearsing
my personality
so I won’t 
ever get tired 
of hearing 
my name. 

I ask 
where my
clouds are.
In quantifying 
myself
I’m doing
a thing that is
monstrous.
Consuming 
an entire 
nighttime raw.

My body 
simply didn’t 
give me 
what I needed
so I intervened.
Beneath
a formation
of stars that look
like acne
the tits 
seem incidental.