I allot myself a twisted smile
Before igniting a nasogastric tube with acetylene
I laugh as its flames snake through my nostrils
I howl as I gag down the inferno
Crispily singeing my windpipe
A brush fire spreads over my epithelial cells
Pulverizing a hydrochloric ooze into soot
The rod reaches my yearning stomach
My belly laughs heave smoke rings o’er my neighbor’s lawn
I prepare for a tube feed of lighter fluid and volcanic ash
Cracking an acid-worn smile at the nourishment
Does my glee unnerve you?
What could ever stop me now?