I liked it: the allegorical journey where the author transposes the lack of biological merit onto the gamut of adult experience: the "Mud" of mundane existence filling the awaiting "pichers" designed to entrap more sustaining prey (which now has no place to fill) while the passing "piranna's": (self serving protagonists) refuse to understand anything outside of their own perogatives. Like the Heli subject, our fleeting 20's are spent "between the sand" after "slipping on the toad" in consequence of confrontation with the ugly side of our own human nature cojoined with the subject "Heli's" frail and endangered existence in an oft times harsh environment ("rotten and insane"), and lack of proper life assurances. It is a tale of pathos, redeemed only by the final uncertain exorcism of the synonomnity that unites the author, perhaps irrevokably with "the Clump": "Is this Clump outta my head?
I think so.... "
I await the next poem with keen interest!