surfing high voltage
is a tricky endeavor
especially when
you’re strapped to
a lightning bolt
simply by waking up

it is disconcerting
opening your eyes
and immediately
everything is already
too fucking much of
everything all at once

i sizzle from
ground point to
ground point
seeking to simply
go to earth
where it is safe
lassoing stray thoughts
a one man rodeo
in electrified horror

i can never be
any true state of
normal
i long ago accepted
this as simple fact
but it doesn’t mean
i dont wish for
a few days attempting
to be a part of
instead apart from

you can’t wrangle
manic hyperbole
just scribble it
into the aether
an afterimage of
a disaster which
has yet to occur