May 16, 2010
Burning flesh searing its stamp
On the supple vulnerabilities of my mind –
Decaying hand of psychosis groping
At tremulous clumps of huddled nerves
Screaming sanctuary from creeping fingers –
Twisting a wire here, tugging a thread there –
Pleading to be passed over.
Willy-nilly whims spark neural cannons
That mingle with misfired synaptic flares…
Implosion of the psyche.