Flamed. Blood-stained. Chained. Brain-dead.
Strange hallucinations crowding my intellect,
magnifying into insane extremes, drunken divisions,
sunken subtraction minus the double negatives
multiplied by limits with no value. Insecure,
inestimable fears flowing, floating, exploding,
eroding, crushing the sines and cosines of my design,
the broken tangents and cotangents, twisted triangles
and amber angles with no even degrees. Everything
was unclear to me as I gazed at the restless streets
outside my scratchy and shadowed window,
the swelling trees shivering with no leaves to
console them in the cold breeze, the stoplights
flickering without pause, collapsed sideways
and conjunctions, junctions with no function,
my mind burning out the more I attempted
to unriddled the complex equation. But everything
was zooming in my direction, crashing in fragmented
pieces, the rough-scarred buildings, the bruised
trees spinning into parked vehicles, the watercolor
scene becoming a blurred painting with no
meaning, deep hues of crimson red and blackness
filling me with sadness and madness, the passion
in my poetry splashing in tidal waves of unpleasant
depictions and dreams, diminishing fiction and
nonfiction, squeezing syllables timed out with no flight,
no light blinded by shadowed outlines of smoked love.
And I tried to hold my breath, but the burning smell
was carrying me into incomparable realities, massive,
my flesh painfully trembling, feeling electric and unsteady,
a mistaken algorithm, a lost logarithm, a dying, starving
ocean, a farsighted existence wandering in shame,
homeless, expressionless, depression driving me
into stormy depths, slapped, slipping backward,
trapped, dragged in wronged winds, pounding vibrations
flooding my vessels with wrecked literature and misspelled
letters. I was alone, rattled up, choking on negative notes,
hard and raw verbs, unrecognizable thoughts shot,
murdered moments, dizzy vision, hands slit, ripped,
chests screaming, ******, programmed, hammered
into upturned and useless paragraphs.