Do You Imagine that I Metamorphosize?

[JBrower]

Some mornings I give a Gregor Samsa wriggle and feel
for my toes, but mine are the many-jointed legs of a cockroach.
What am I? – Does the I change or am I always – ever – forever
in a state of flux, rheumatos like the synovial fluid lubricating
my swollen bug-joints. No one gives me sideways looks like the Samsas
gave Gregor, but I still feel the mundane undressings – disdain of familiarity –
pink generalizations. The air is hot – burns white – crackles with static
and so you need not stare – I feel you probing, eyes or not – ‘what is he?’
What am I? – don’t stare; your eyes do pierce – I’m just Gregor
on pavement, you are the shoe – don’t stare; your looks deride –
I presume to know myself no better than you.

[Dr. Cambridge]

Some mornings I give a Gregor Samsa wriggle and feel
for my toes, but mine are the many-jointed legs of a cockroach.
What am I? – Does the I change or am I always – ever – forever
in a state of flux, rheumatos like the synovial fluid lubricating
my swollen bug-joints. No one gives me sideways looks like the Samsas
gave Gregor, but I still feel the mundane undressings – disdain of familiarity –
pink generalizations. The air is hot – burns white – crackles with static
and so you need not stare – I feel you probing, eyes or not – ‘what is he?’
What am I? – don’t stare; your eyes do pierce – I’m just Gregor
on pavement, you are the shoe – don’t stare; your looks deride –
I presume to know myself no better than you.

Do you have a deckchair I could sit in?

[PrinceMyshkin]

This is a wonderful spurt of whackiness - with a strong thread of sanity running through it, and great wit! Thanks.

[JBrower]

Do you have a deckchair I could sit in?

sorry, what?