The malaise
of being..
Nausea of life.

One day,
you hold it
by the reins..
another day,
you lay
beneath
its hooves..
and brace
yourself
for the inevitable..
lethal strike.

One day,
your knife
is razor-sharp
and cutting meaning
into pieces
like it’s butter..
Another day,
you’re sawing off
gangrened appendages
with dull and odious..
upon a plastic
pizza cutter.