transitions
channeling
a vibrant ghetto reverb
smell of
new rain
on old pavement

then bam!

what the hell is this
that just
grabbed a hold of me
not anxiety
not depression
this is a new creature
i feel like…….
something’s gonna happen
something
has to happen

smoking
sinking
cursors
blinking
drinking
women
thinking
sex
coupled with this
compulsive need
to write
my brain
has been re-wired

i’ve mixed too many
energies
the soul is
tainted
and the code is
corrupt
i think i’m dying
or perhaps just riding
the howl of electric currents

automatic refusal
wanted, no return

breathe
and
remember to forget
embrace this
moment
hide
release

no one will read
these poems
and no one will
open these books
but that’s okay
because i know
they still exist