distraction & drivel

I am a walking distraction of lazy bones and coffee tainted eyes.
He tells me high ceilings and steepled mountain tops. Give him room to breathe. Give him air. Oxygen for his feeble hands.
When I look at you all I hear is distortion. I can see your organs bursting out of your flesh, one by one.
We could tie our veins into knots, no, pretty bows. Blue and red ribbons like on the 4th of July. This is independence day. This is absolute drivel.