As it Bursts

[Mopkins]

Sockets forked with broiled eyes (ohh? forked sockets? little confusing maybe sockets stuffed/spilling/bleeding/oozing/overflowing with broiled/foggy/misty/watery/liquid/oozing/etc eyes?)
clamped hard, tears and phlegm dripping (hmm running/forming rivulets/cascading/flowing/beading/clinging/etc)
from my cheeks, mixing with the bubbles (hmm froth/suds/foam/vomit/jelly/goo/ooze/slime)
steaming green on the tubs surface,
lit soft by cinnamon candles
and window moon. (ssuper sses)

I focus on each breath, (focus? maybe meditate/wolf/slurp/devour/enjoy/deliberate)
the lung tar and cinnamon hacking
up the heartburn dissolving my innards
and crisping my throat, emptying myself
with napalm. (napalm? huh? is that in ciggies? clueless!)


gross upchuck bathroom scene but with lactose intolerance i get the drift maybe some alternate descriptor but that's about it for me.. thanks for the read