neuron flash in fifty watts pinpointing to the streetlight limbo
told me it was chemistry why i behave like this
why i move in misdirected impulse and speak in scrambled clusters of white
noise
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 concrete cellophane
don't say a single word unless you speak with a drowning tongue
i am not listening i am not focusing
my eyes have sunk and set and i am invincible
i'm water proof someone said that heaven is just coincidental collision of
electrons
this is not the time for touching me
i am a conduit changing colors, frantic humming televisions,
conducting city spasms, shorting voltage like a fuse
the elevating vibrations of hysteria, amplified by the armor of the tarn
flashing lights paint veins across the sky
and everyone along the roadside just wants to see a saint
the serenity of sirens, the allure of the femme fatale
her defibrillator hands can't stop me now
i feel quite all right