Friday, October 19, 2007

Anarchic Electricians

You start to sway a little – all your piddling
volitional amenities do not obtain: there is
distinctly a dissociation in the brain between
what you can feel and what you dimly ascertain
to everybody else is real: hormonal counter-
charms assault the workings of your legs

and arms: tripping, stumbling, every fumbling
member of you misbehaves – nothing waives
the likelihood of shutting down: the Universe,
perversely now in league with your fatigue,
abutting your prefrontal cortex, soon confounds
into a Vortex: fascist lactic acids dance beneath

your dazed synapses and your choices soon
revert to two: follow every sleep-inducing dictate
of the despot which your cellular material has
just construed, or that’s the end of you. Anarchic
electricians got you all rewired. (Damn, you
spout a lot of language when you’re tired.)

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