Nerve Endings Unleashed.
Updated on December 11, 2009
Nerve Endings Unleashed.
Impulses control me,
my pulse is a
dancing jugular
threading it's
endless performances
between the
fine lines of balance
and a fatal drop.
Fermented things
tempt me,
but I abstain
with moderation
lest I wine too much.
I once smoked
the leavings
of southern field's
harvested
long white curls
of addiction
filling my organs
with toxins.
But now I chew gum
like a coffee grinder,
and drink coffee
strong enough to chew.
Women tantalize me
but they are impulses
I can often
get a handle on,
when they harden me
to their softness.
I run late most days,
dashing around in circles
gulping meals and then
pedal to the metal
to save the time I've lost.
I am a nervous
tic who tocks
as I battle the clock
even this entry
was on impulse,
when I 've much to do
so I will leave you
with my worst
compulsions
compiled.
©-MFB III