Lingering

A hook of sharp stainless steel is stuck in sinew,
Prying open the glorious goo of thought.
There’s crackling to be heard from inside,
An unbroken nibble of some old, shitty thing you ate,
Stuck in the crevice of a tooth’s edge.
The blinding headlights of enlightenment,
shrieking with a constant boom at your tongue.
Nostalgic, rotten bits of tuberculosis
Is pumping iron in your chest.
Your algorithms are burrowing into the gut,
And you politely inquire about kosher salt.
There’s a lingering sense of lingering in the time,
And you pause and patiently linger at the end.