every poem
is nothing but
electricity
flashing
and a written
interpretation
of chemicals
into aimless
chickenscratch
spit over
maggot lips
drooling
venomous angst
down pitted skin
in the false hope
it sparks
an electrical
discharge
in the soup
of deficiencies
in the gelatinous
mess driving
that entropic
meat machine
of broken dream
reading it
my skeleton
screams
dark profanities
my muscles
remember
in flinching
painflutters
the casual pains
inflicted
in bored repetition
while my
spinal column
rests on the
verge of collapse.

i long to sit
in the silence
doing nothing
but enjoying
your
divine presence
but the world
conspires
against me
so i settle
for whispering
my love
to the ceiling
incapable of
maneuvering
this flesh marionette
for fear
of falling apart
my synapses
send bolts of
perun’s wrath
sizzling through
the quivering
chemistry set
made up of
shitty poetry
and thoughts of you.