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.