Oliverio Girondo #04 - It's the Drool

This poem as well comes from Persuasion of the Days– one of Girondo's later works –& it is representative, in form & content, of that collection. There is an unmistakable feeling of nausea that emanates from these lines; not just a feeling of extreme disgust, but also that of groundlessness, which comes through the word when we interpret it with all its etymological richness from the Latin "nausia" (seasickness). So then, what is it that makes our speaker nauseous here? What triggers the extreme disgust? What pulls the floor boards out from under him?