another life in darkness 

scuttling with movement

as I whoosh

whoosh

whoosh

a foreign substance

infiltrating paradigm.

eyes lock and

load with burning--

lingering--

stares

"what is this thing?"

they fire my way

but german chords cushion my ears

and protect me from stray chastise bullets. 

I feign decency. 

they crawl

they crawl

I whoosh

I whoosh

we teem

we teem

they fire

I dodge.

every which way, I explore their streets--

a rhythm disruption

a ghastly sight.

deeper and deeper--

a tension shift, it bubbles and

threatens to boil...

WHAM

the babushka screams

lips dancing, grenades aflight,

licking curses at my life

I baulk, feign decency,

dodge past

barely scathed. 

I dare a fervent glance back 

and capture the moment of fire. 

whoosh

whoosh

whoosh

explosions behind me 

eyes widen, and accept reality.

"foreign" carries new weight.

I am a poison object here.







i am addict to the electrics of thunderstorm cleansing


when all control gives way and impulse heartbeat hot, thick blood

reigns on high with zero nod to

decency


out the window leaping careening if only I could fly

and render myself to the

storm then I would burst

and shatter

into a million brilliant

daggers of

bliss