Frantic

the movie bleeds into
Nothing

Panic in the back room
Dangerous eyes dart
back and forth
Cheap unspoken labour
Cold tile sweat pours
streaks of chaotic numbness
Heart palpitations Ring LOUD
jitterbug anxiousness
Fever gut punch roll
Walls crash silhouette laugh
Through black window drawn curtain Event horizon
Monday mocking rises
5am cooler snap
Time clock stop
Moments vibrate execution
Register rings buzzzzz
Bells Thunder
Arcane madness
Face reality of self proclaimed
Exile
into the streets
Angst loaded jaw
Heavy handed
Liquid fuel lunch gasoline
Trip wire feast
Voyeurs throw craps
the last breath of life that
Escapes living tissue
As the movie bleeds into
Nothing
Without a sequel to
behold or be left waiting for
within these final
Hours
As the line blurs
Between party and
Suicide

(matthew bowers) ~93

Published by πŸŒ™ Crescent Moons πŸŒ™

Poet, Author, Musician, Spiritual Alchemist, Magick

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