lending credence
to peeling layers
of existence
the seat belt has you
in a tight embrace
until hell’s ablaze
somewhere lost in
a book of poems
are minutes of mayhem
heaped spoonfuls
as always on cue
to excite exasperated sinews
a delinquent stillness
rises and lingers on
until a quaint stimulus responds
the day makes way
clawing at the blinds
in the wake of the night behind
apogee of the mainstream
a simmering kettle
gathering steam
lucid thoughts
spiked bloodstream
wishing on a meteor’s gleam
