Digesting Poem by Jon Edward Walker

I eat crackers, cheese, fruit
and pee out my butthole
for five days now,
I've lost seven pounds
and I don't know what's wrong
with me.
sleep doesn't come,
I could easily stay up all night
but I try for hours until it comes
my mind becomes loopy and
undernourished.
lacking rest
I began to forget little things
like where I put my water glass
30 seconds ago,
I find humor in little things
and I laugh
between spells of abnormal
sensitivity
Mozart's piano brings me to tears
as I lay in front of the speaker,
while a scary picture or thought
frightens me horribly,
a 25 year old man.
mostly all that comes out either
end is bile,
so I must be digesting something.
between the fruit and Mozart.