Thirty Second Ecstasy

Scalpel phantom surgically removing heart,
no anesthesia except for sitcoms,
sunrise painted on death shroud
held over the living room door.

Breakfast consumed of cardboard piranha,
contemplating, which game will strangle
the light out of the day.

Sun moves towards a yawn,
floating in a shot glass,
a swallow is the only paradise
between the bed and a scream.