A lurching leaking creaking hull throws itself against the jaggedeness
Deck chairs scatter and masts brittle.
An ancient elephant barrels through the walls of a carefully designed room
Heaving and strewing in its wake.
A drunken oaf careens through the crowd, sweat-stained inebriate collides
And fumbles himself into the pavement.
The synchronicity of these is not lost upon the one who devours himself
Trapped in a hulking shell and reeking of discontent
Cursing the heart that thumps beyond his ribcage
And the seventh or sixth deadly sin that traps him in monotony.