Nausea {firgun} | פירגון

How does it feel to EL-oh-VEE-ee in TELL-oh-VEE-eev?

First let's put the batteries in
Turn on that vibrating spleen
Shake awake the caterpillars hatching
and slugging and fucking and fighting and flitting
Cue the sick
Manic eyes flick
Towards  i n s o m n i a  bliss

I used to sleep for dreams
Sheered REM sheep for three full cycles of
recycled performances in front of crowds in their underwear.

But now the crowd is in full uniform,
the sheep are asleep and the dream got out of bed.

Cynic the Navigator can't yank the reigns anymore.
ALL ABOARD!
YO Sarcasm, to the back of the chariot!
Saddles and bits attached
Parts and bits make contact.
Hummus horsepower at three hundred kilometers per hour.
Take your Dramamine now, the nausea only gets worse.
Food won't fuel
And water wont quench
Your face flush won't fade back to freckled flesh.

What is this place?
Who are you?
What language is this?
I don't speak in whispered coos
I speak in curly cues
Deflection for protection
no objection to attention as long as it hides my affection.

But now you make me honest
I want to say everything
See everything
Share everything
Know everything
Touch everything
Keep everything

Here,
in this nauseating vibrating cocoon
You say that we are one body
One quick-kiss
A moth hostel chrysalis
One people that need each other
Breathe each other
No you or me
Just we
Just nausea.