the air is heavy
with dreary droplets
a city ensconced by
a think bank of fog
hovering supernovas
a distraction in
shimmering refractions
as sodium bulbs cast
illusionary suns set
at regular intervals
marking the long road
in eerie ghost light
as the dreamers wake
to a condemnation of
frantic particulates
a sodden swarm soaking
in seedy discombobulation

i am manic
vibrating in time
with electromagnetic
pulses singing
across the globe
a conduit for
ample discharge
in static bursts
clinging on
for dear life
as i irradiate
these ground level
clouds into a
subsonic distortion
of subterranean rage

she wakes
sensing my disturbance
she doesn’t judge
just holds me close
as another storm
shifts the bipolarity
sending a surge
to stoke the fire
ensuring creativity
spawns from madness