Tearing

Falling spittles of wonder

Dissolving in a pool of ejaculated watercolor

Brain bangs smash mouth waves of sparks

Like an old typewriter clacking and racking

Tearing at the next line

A dose of intellectual smack

Epiphanies on a platter for ingestion

Decaying under a horde of maggots

While idle mouths masticate on air

Tearing at the next breath

A bottle full of tamed inhibitions

Cork popped and bleeding from the neck

Stained wet hands trying to stem the flow

Like eating soup with a dinner fork

Tearing at the impossibility

Air full of ripe iridescent smoke

Expelled from the heft of deflated lungs

Bone dry by varying degrees of sensibility

While starving hearts pump thoughtlessness

Tearing at the next beat