Indignant Tummy

I am Impatient,
solvochromic,
and worrisome.

I feel colors pushing past,
inhibitions in a manic craze,
and I am home
(The lights only work sideways)

I see pigeons,
Eating my favorite glands,
Marrow makes a good sauce.
Although I am rare,
and the textures off.
(Turn on the broiler)

I am not prophetic,
Enlightened,
and truthful.
(Facades built in pixelation)