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one word poem, mark polizzotti - EpilepticIf I could feel the charge roiling through my brain
The one that flies down highways so fast
That charges through lineaments of rain
If I could know the burn that tolls
The flare that fumes
And all the lights that go on and off in your eyes
Bells and whistles
And fingers snap crackle pop
Hair standing on end
Anything but static
And flares travel high into the night brain
Coil around and around
And come down again.
posted by sadi ranson-polizzotti @ 6:28 PM
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