The Darker Side of Poetry
BRAINSHOCK
MY BALANCE OBSCURRED BY THE LIGHTNING BOLT I AWAIT
VERTICAL IS NON EXISTENT AT THIS TIME
A MIX OF CURIOSITY AND ANTICIPATION INSTALLED IN ME
A WOOSH A WOBBLE
THE BRAINSHOCKS ARE COMING
FOGGY AND DISORIENTATED MY HEAD FULL OF WATER
THE TIME GETS NEARER
THIS THUNDERSTORM OF THE MIND
A WOOSH A WOBBLE
THE BRAINSHOCKS ARE COMING
ELECTRICITY LIKE A SPEEDING BULLET
PASSES FROM LEFT TO RIGHT IN MY BRAIN
BRIEF BUT SHARP, GONE IN A SECOND
THE MOST PERCULIAR FEELING I'VE EVER ENCOUNTERED
SCARY BUT STRANGELY EXCITING AND WANTING MORE
A WOOSH A WOBBLE
THE BRAINSHOCKS ARE HERE
VERTICAL IS NON EXISTENT AT THIS TIME
A MIX OF CURIOSITY AND ANTICIPATION INSTALLED IN ME
A WOOSH A WOBBLE
THE BRAINSHOCKS ARE COMING
FOGGY AND DISORIENTATED MY HEAD FULL OF WATER
THE TIME GETS NEARER
THIS THUNDERSTORM OF THE MIND
A WOOSH A WOBBLE
THE BRAINSHOCKS ARE COMING
ELECTRICITY LIKE A SPEEDING BULLET
PASSES FROM LEFT TO RIGHT IN MY BRAIN
BRIEF BUT SHARP, GONE IN A SECOND
THE MOST PERCULIAR FEELING I'VE EVER ENCOUNTERED
SCARY BUT STRANGELY EXCITING AND WANTING MORE
A WOOSH A WOBBLE
THE BRAINSHOCKS ARE HERE
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