A Poem for Reading (Aloud. at 2 am. )
This breaking spine streams
neurons swiftly
from brain to pages lighting with
electrical impulses fightingto escape
as pressure builds, spills
technicolor photons from the electron
ideas ricocheting, drive me insane,
balloon brain, 'cuz I'm an Airhead
not Laffy Taffy sweetly filling pages
along this spine cracked from all the times
it's been opened and shut like a cold case
to be warmed over at a later date
When evidence rises to incriminate or substantiate
Never is ever too late.