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.