Dry-Erase Seizure
expositions, preminitions
dry-erasers falling from the sky.
but I've got a chalkboard for a
raincoat and a half dozen reasons
to change my expression.
synthetic saliva in some neon colored
sharpie highlighters.
misplaced emphasis in shades of
bright yellow..
verbs and pronouns ask all the questions,
to vulgar to be put into print..
once an epileptic discourse unraveled and convulsed
beautifully off of my tongue.
sitting in the corner shaking violently
at the wrist. slumping at a computer
writing poetry with a pocket full of
felt tipped markers.
watching the clock turn slowly
at night shift in a breakroom.
stealing away to heaven in a fit
under the hum of some ballis
lights.
Copyright © Nathan Martin | Year Posted 2013
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