Today’s brain-scattered, blood-thinned discourse:

Mourning, cheeks bitten raw, bruised copper
Thoughts hung low on philosophical domination,
Swerving, avoiding the absolution of that damnable,
Silencing, snaked-headed bite
Everything in moderation, he warns, even moderation...
I transverse, diagonally, two colliding one-way streets,
Navigating the man-less voided square
Wobbling Left, but eye-locked Right
Puzzling a mathematical equation:

Two trains, one sauntering Left
Large white spheres, bright and star-studded
Dappling the left-destined red-rust hull,
The other, pulsing Right, slow-chugging,
Low to the track with dry-throated wayfarers,
Pre-made communists, and wretched wretches,
One, aberrant, thoughtful, but mindless,
The laced-straight other conceited, but intellectualized,
Together, with gritty, college town meat hooks
Gutting and rending, slotted precariously into the
Delicate, college-town-meat-hook-sized slots,
Which, central to their respective origins,
Represent half-breathing, lethargically non-moving
Ribcages, pearl white appendages,
Gnawing and vomiting post-vomit spit –
Twin trains yawn, as they leech apart, hyper-literate,
Uneducated, mindful, analytical and over thoughtless.
At what point will their shattering-Earth, nation-state minded,
Trilateral, tri-cameral, high-pitched, intestinal stoppage
Differentiate between pink-throated, wood-paneled debate and
Eight-armed, finger-dam-stoppage, and
Whiteboard-blueprint-case file
Interdepartmental memo planning and
Passive-aggressive, plastic-lined, global conflict-making?

The last-chance decision, a hearse horn of critical timing,
Come and gone, and gone and gone,
And gone, and gone, and gone...

I stand, tangential to an army of faceless, fill-minded,
Socialist socialites, Neo-Neo Liberal, and
Parallel or perpendicular to row after row of squared,
But Radical, middle and upper class American-dreaming
Sleepwalkers, brains, passionless, educated beyond
Romance, Compassion, Sight, and Folklore,
Both seen-sides, my eye corners burning,
Red, whelmed, stimulated, over-stimulated, and hyper.

The trains collide, fields of vision separated
By an infinitely small number of degrees,
Followed shortly thereafter by an infinitely small,
Cruelly scribed, upside-down negative sign,
Which vibrates and gyrates,
Pulsing, hip-thrusting in every European discothèque.
Ex-freight cars, sporting skin-covered, organ-caked wounds,
Indiscriminately, miles apart,
Inexorably tangled by flame,
Discontent, and Other-way looks,
Sheepishly cloister one metallic amniotic sack,
Reluctantly spilling forth oil,
And wine, and liquor, and pamphlets, and my
Dazed, sun-bleached membrane,
Still writhing in uncertain, fabricated agony,
Indecisive despite phenomenal catastrophe.

Motionless, leagues beyond, crouched, praying –
I, that same veined, heart-pumping Membrane,
Colorless and gasping, surrounded in the urban crash zone,
Probe a formula and births myself,
Lying, manipulative, and restless, into
The meeting of a street and an avenue,
And the shuddering cat-tongue of the indecisive,
Able-reasoned, luke-cold crossing guard,
Flicks, forked and sweaty, on the back of my
Illogical, over-logicked, spineless neck.

Mourning, cheeks bitten raw, bruised copper
Thoughts hung low on philosophical domination,
I hum a eulogy:

The last-chance decision, a hearse horn of critical timing,
Come and gone, and gone and gone,
And gone, and gone, and gone...