Shallow Water Blackout

Neuron flash in fifty watts pinpointing to the streetlight limbo.

Told me it was chemistry why i behave like this.

Why i move in misdirected impulse and speak in scrambled clusters of white noise.

Traction is not a term of endearment.

Death is an experiment best conducted face down.

Vertigo may not include spinning, but it ought to.

I am languid in the puddle, face full of concrete cellophane.

Don't say a single word unless you speak with a drowning tongue.

I am not listening. i am not focusing.

My eyes have sunk and set and i am invincible.

I'm water proof.

Someone said that heaven is just coincidental collision of electrons.

this is not the time for touching me.

I am a conduit changing colors, frantic humming televisions,

Conducting city spasms, shorting voltage like a fuse.

the elevating vibrations of hysteria, amplified by the armor of the tarn.

Flashing lights paint veins across the sky.

And everyone along the roadside just wants to see a saint.

The serenity of sirens, the allure of the femme fatale.

Her defibrillator hands can't stop me now.

I feel quite all right.