2 September, 2015

Part 1 of 2 Part poem

MaggotsX

here we go…
all aboard this speeding bullet-brain
train wheeling whoop-de-loops around
the center of the station of your soul
(as i know it) waving with a grin as i pass
each time around hitting the bumps up &
down & into a blaring white-walled window
of perception in this shattered glassy-eyed
madness i take the mainline with a vengence
while blasting them ruby red letters across
all lines of communication a fizzling electric
fuzz that draws sharp the seconds of quick
quarter-turns & launches the thought
from mind… turn… to tongue… turn…
back to brain… turn… to pencil-thin tracings
that… turn… turn back to manic-driven memories
of this letter & that letter wrought from a
wailing screeching hunger for contact…
turn… for touch… turn… for a missing link…
turn… turn… turn… turn…
still paying for the ride but looking
really looking for the penny…
turn… turn… turn… turn…
the penny that finally derails me

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