spent the morning
snipping the wires
leading from
the counter in
my mind to the
hastily placed
timebomb ticking
behind my diaphragm

the red digits
incomprehensible symbols
began clicking
even quicker
as my shaking hands
began tearing
the copper cabling
connecting rapid
oscillations to
the oft sundered soul
of half sleeping poetry

alarms caterwaul
in the empty corridors
a host of feral phantoms
holding hands
celebrating the bonfire
as ego roasts in
thick greasy smoke
while an amateur attempts
to defuse the ever
deteriorating situation