Thursday, June 7, 2012

Poetry: Mental Gear Slip

he
heard a pop
felt the snap of
overloaded synapses
exploding
timed detonations
chemical combustions
firing
one      after     another
along the borders of reason.


composure cracks
like glass;
he senses his skin’s transparency.
Everyone stares
at the busted cogs
slipping over missing teeth,
fried circuits and sizzling wires
underneath.
everyone knows, everyone sees
the ripple   shudder     wheeze
in the engine of his sanity.

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