I wrote this neurotic poem

JIGSAW

Sweet tender flesh

Crippled soft bruise

Fragile cortex man

Ribs crackling

Like forest fires.

Pale iris

Wet blue marbles

Hollow cheeks 

Melting irritation

Of white skin.

Buzzing insides

Burning lips

Brain fog

Kiwi scent

On the bus home.

Warm chest,

Heartbeat 

Engraved on eardrums.

Like death rattle

Forgetting, forgiving. 

A man 

Of skin and bone,

Late afternoon train

Kiwi scent

Resting.

Cold March mornings

Cheaper coffee

Vain unstable man,

Evacuate soul

Losing cabin pressure.

I wrote this a while ago. Feel free to comment and leave your interpretations, I'd be happy to see opinions.