Poem-A-Day: Day 179

Medicated Compress

The dizzying sweat of not catching reality,
passing it up for the next train;
candy coated medicated swagger
swimming downstream to spawn
within the baking heat of cavernous hells,
wet with acidic bliss and bits of past
that have been chewed and inhaled;
plankton strained through baleen dreams
and dropped headfirst into the storm.

The dizzying sweat of lifeless living
in some state of undeath,
watching moments melt off digital faces
frowning maniacally as the seconds tick away,
dripping one by one into cool, red metal pools
spilling through the shag of carpet wool,
and burning holes within the matter
that seems to matter least
between the times of pure transcendence.

The dizzying lifeless reality
being sweated deep through marrow
sending nows into tomorrows;
a blitzkrieg assaulting the Maginot mind
that has been established to protect,
but so easily forgets where it was
and what was happening, having happened
all at once, that everything sets in
like sticks of dynamite set to blow at any moment.