But I’m a Spirit, God Dammit

wounds heal scars appear
corpuscles come and go
rods and cones
glossy bones
I sit watch my nails grow

digestion happens
how is that? I dunno
brain grey matter
to heartbeat patter
keeps my life in tow

my nerves are knotted
kidneys filter the flow
from hollow veins
to nasty pains
its all very corporal

life is momentum
born 65 years ago
every day I eat
every morning excrete
I breathe in the status quo