Born from Nothing

You must have been born from

Nothing I have done to warrant

You just grew and grew and

Clawed you way into life then

Multiplied and spitefully coagulated into

A solid grey mass the colour of wet cement to

Settle unnervingly scraping the insides of

My bruised and tender skull where

The watery fleshy regurgitations from

The insides of my head are flushed

Violently to the hairline and to choke

Up my nostrils and the oily space between

My eyebrows where you palpitate as

You laugh at my helplessness and

Burned acridly with the smell of

Rubber kept too long in the sun to

Weigh me back under the adulterated covers away

From the tedious lights where you must have

Been born from nothing