Poem-A-Day: Day 138

What Just Happened?

A taste of madness,
and someone stabs a steak
directly into my heart,
letting the grease
and bovine, mobile sloth
sluice its way through my bloodstream,
slowing down my breathing,
and weakening my normal putrescence
down to an almost tolerable level.
Some claim death begets me
in mere moments before eternal clarity,
but it’s inconsequential
compared to the wheezing shriek
that steams from the whole of my chest.
Calm, release of lunacy
and a blizzard of flavor flurry,
in the instants I am eating

I often forget what I am talking about.