Control

My mind,

She is fornicating with my gut.

You’d ask me how I know;

I just do.

The signs are there.

They weren't so obvious before,

But now I know.

These frequent sittings of theirs

Have left me confused,

Utterly disoriented

And sometimes I can’t feel my toes.

Orgasms are the worst,

I’m left numb,

Decisions I make fall out of place,

Directions I take get blurry.

My lips release sounds that are not quite of my body.

My mind and gut are frequently fornicating,

More so these days.

They've ceased to function on their own,

Moreover they've ceased to care about their functions.

I have no control over either.

Sometimes my gut makes me do awful things,

Other days my mind controls my behavior

And bodily movement.

Often resulting in very difficult interactions with others,

Other beings,

Living and non-living.

My mind and gut are fornicating,

And they've left me out.