No Reasons and Nothing to Sing About

Breathing gets more difficult,
oceans of sounds line up
to drop down and sulk,
thyroid demands to be ripped out,
breathing gets more difficult,
neck crackling at adjustment,
pain that says never move,
laughing in adjestment,
stiff legs by strained steps,
popping out hairs spent,
breathing all too difficult.

The turning world turns
on more expedient routes.
And all the fluid passing
takes my envious eyes
to curse rancid destruction
in spit spotted breaths.
Breathing far more difficult,
the turning world turns
in casual resentment.