You eat too much.

You eat too much.

You open your mouth and suck in 
the whole world
without even unhinging your 
jaw, mountains scrape your teeth
and your tongue fills the
Mariana Trench,
there are no seconds.

There are no seconds, you even
swallow time, capture every 
particle of pixel dust 
without even popping a blood 
vessel, colors race across
the hills of your hard palate like
a mass exodus of children
playing tag, 
you are essence of fly paper.

Your pen flies over paper
because you know you've seen too much
and your fingers are better off curled over
cheap plastic than jammed in aching
orifices, you organize the
seamless blurry on canvas,
split the globs of primordial stew with a dropper
like separating grains of
wet sand,
knee deep,

desperately regurgitating.