Neuron flash in fifty watts pinpointing to the streetlight limbo.
Told me it was chemistry why I behave like this.
move in misdirected impulse and speak in scrambled clusters of white
Traction is not a term of endearment.
Death is an
experiment best conducted face down.
Vertigo may not include spinning, but it ought to.
I am languid in the puddle, face full of
Don't say a single word unless you speak with a drowning tongue.
I am not listening. I am not focusing.
eyes have sunk and set and I am invincible.
I'm water proof. someone said that heaven is just coincidental collision
This is not the time for touching me.
I am a conduit changing colors, frantic humming televisions,
city spasms, shorting voltage like a fuse.
The elevating vibrations of hysteria, amplified by the armor of the tarn.
paint veins across the sky.
And everyone along the roadside just wants to see a saint.
The serenity of sirens, the allure of the
Her defibrillator hands can't stop me now.
I feel quite all right.