Are you losing it?
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Senses slipping
overtime
The surface is slippery
Too much for traction
As hail attacks the windows.
External forces in motion
So why does my head hurt?
Why do my ears drone
Like high pitched cicadas?
Why do my knees fail
When I try to rise?
Why do my shins shred
When I put my feet up?
Why does my chest feel like it is pierced?
Is it my heart?
Enjoying a riot?
My spine stumbles
As though it cannot support me
For much longer.
There’s a pounding in my balls
A samurai sword up my ass
With itchy cock head.
Yet it always begins with the brain
And following a roundabout journey
And following a roundabout journey
Ends there too.
Veins are popping
There’s blood on the instruments
The controls don’t respond
The music is off-key
And sense forgot to exist.
The normal rules
Do not apply
And I’m finally
Ultimately
I was going to suggest you were a zombie, but every now and then I threaten to fling open the lost plot door - so far I have just gotten out of bed and forced myself onward. I especially liked this bit:
ReplyDeleteThere’s blood on the instruments
The controls don’t respond
The music is off-key
And sense forgot to exist.
Cheers Graham.
DeletePowerfully descriptive of a place we all know. I especially like "betraying muscles enjoying a riot."
ReplyDeleteThank you dear Robyn. x
DeleteBeautifully written, Anthony. What mystery that lies in the written words. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you SuperLux :)
DeleteSounds like a transcript from my old thought process. Great poem with a lot of very descriptive lines. Blood on the instruments... Very visual stuff Anthony!
ReplyDeleteso cool !!!
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