Storm Clouds of Narada

Trumpets rise!
This spike of the devil
80 horns jut out
A yellow star is eclipsed

There is a cloud; SO DARK
Lightning juts out, scattering protons
Emitting photons, space-time elong-

I AM SO SMALL

"My god."
"I have a reading. "
"They've locked weapons on us!"
"Red alert."

SCREAM SCREAM SCREAM
The sirens blare
Adrenaline from a thousand species
Coursing coursing coursing

She will kill you
She intends to kill you
You will die
You will throw yourself into the Potomac
Choke on lead and radiation

"Torpedoes locked on 320 degrees mark 2."
"Arm weapons! Evasive pattern delta five. "
"Incoming frags"

DEATH COMES
The specter in orange and red
Exploding blood, decomposing heart
INCOMING INCOMING INCOMING
Flesh and tissue issue forth into emptiness

"Fire all phasers. Damage report."
"Warp drive's been knocked out. I've never seen anything like it."

"Weapons are offline. Main power is 38%."

Space is so quiet
Screams are empty
Bodies dashed on debris
The sun is so warm today
Nothing but computer chatter

"Are our shields up?"

Nerves of Steel

My brain is not broken
It is not chemically imbalanced

When steel is made
Iron and carbon dance
In flames

Some steel has lots of carbon
Some of it has little
There is brittle steel
There is ductile steel
It is never imbalanced

My brain is not imbalanced:
It is being held to the flame
This love is killing me
But I want it to
It is being held to the flame

When I was in college
I was studying a bar of steel
And I yanked it very hard
It did not return to its original shape
It had yielded
It was not chemically imbalanced

Atoms slip past each other slowly
They keep each other in place
But like neurons, their connections break
Neurotic energy runs rampant
And more connections break
It was never chemically imbalanced

So why does it screech in my mind
Why does it grind in circles
Why does it echo and clang
Reverberating whispers
The silence of an iron mine
The spectrum deadlines of carbon dioxide

I felt guilty for breaking my steel rod
I never meant to make it plastic
To make it irreparably damaged
To squeeze it with tension and trauma

I guess I deserve the same
On the yield curve of my brain
It was never imbalanced
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Another Poem About the Neck

Is this what the Frenchmen felt like
With the steel so shiney
Above their heads

Is that why my neck is Inflamed
Because it feels the gravitational constant
The wedge of death
Sharpened by evolutionary machinations

What was my sin
What did I do to be here

Robespierre reads my sentence:
The French do not need me
The blade falls

A Poem For Your Brad

I am dying
This is what death feels like
The grappling with death

I felt it when I was a boy
During a tornado
During the invasion of Iraq
It was
Emblazoned on CNN

I felt it then
I feel it now
My neck is so hot
It feels like a necklace of fire
Of burning coals
Is wrapped around me

It feels like my stomach is being made to burst
It feels like my brain is attached to a wheel
And the wheel is turning
And it’s drawn by a horse
Into mud
Mud and horseshit
Horseshit and mud
So it goes goes goes
So it goes goes goes

Where is relief?

I can drown myself in the Potomac
Great Falls for a great fall
A great fall for the fallen
The fallen fallen

Why are you doing this to me
Why am I being left in silence
Why is my very being left
To stare out of a train window
Into the darkness of the tunnel

Oh, throw my body in front of it

I am faithful
I have been faithful
Though I don’t believe in god
He couldn’t let me endure this pain
He couldn’t let me choke

But I am choking

I am drowning
I am suffocating
Water is in my lungs
Carbon dioxide is in my lungs
My lungs are exploding
Exploding
Exploding
Exploding

Shallow breaths
Fire neck
Visions of death

Lord god please kill me

Harmonic Rapid Transit

Vibrations of vibrations

Cycles of steel

Alternating electrons sliding city

Three men shake with the tremors of god!

tan skinned, clad in black from head to toe

round faced, hair pulled into a pony tail

shaggy bearded, jeans and a business jacket

All the same!

foot bouncing, toes towards heaven

head nodding, networks summing

voiceless singing, silent prayers

Amongst the trinity,

a blond girl in black with red lipstick

a black man wearing a beanie sleeping

an old white man reading the news

a young black girl reading a conservative book

a white woman traces the map

The sun shines on them all