Living

Fixed in the downness of gravity,
Knot up with me and I and myself,
In unspun threads of some reality
That's pretty ugly,
I hang loose, I fall, I sink, I float;
I choke, and words throttle my throat.
I shit, I crap, I shut the fuck up;
They smile and clap, but they muck the mock up.

I stumble, I slip, I sprain my ankle.
I fumble, I trip, and my wounds rankle.

I live.