A Curious Case

 
On account of a strange malaise,
of late I rarely leave the building
My need of a world outside
is shrinking
but there is something else
beginning to grow inside

I notice my disenchantment with life
increases swiftly
gathering apace with my new found seclusion
as fresh forces of habit render it more difficult
to look my own perceived ugliness in the eye

My most compelling desire
currently involves spending many hours
face pressed to the window
staring aimlessly into space
while bold thoughts I dare not countenance
urge me to contemplate flight

The sound of my own voice
now entertains a strangeness
a solitary hum
which at first I barely noticed
vibrating through my pores uncontrollably
with a passion hitherto undiscovered
as I have never been musically inclined

A strange, new unnatural compulsion
finds me heartily attracted to odors
especially from the bathroom and kitchen
and last night I dreamed quite foolishly
that my mouth was a hoover
whilst my arms were transformed
into wings

I can only surmise my affliction
stems from the unfortunate incident
several days past
when I accidentally swallowed
a rather large bluebottle
intact
I now rue that foolish grin
on my wide open mouth
as I bicycled downhill at speed

Let us hope with the passage of time
nature may provide its own remedy
for a thoroughly unpleasant
and distressing episode

And I note as a matter of some necessity
that during any future cycling excursions
I shall resolve to keep my mouth
firmly and truly shut