My body was brick beaten, hardly breathing, bleeding,
screaming, stunned, shunned, slumped arms disarmed,
harmed, fractured, scattered, a weeping sea filled with floating
memories, a boulevard exploding with bullets.  I was
scrambling to find the missing pieces to my masterpiece,
a runaway rhythm dozing off to sleep, indifferent, stricken,
sickening, overstretched muscles slammed shut, ripped
apart like a slashed star, shipwrecked, distressed, bumps
and bruises stinging my bleached skin.  I could feel the world
smothering my shadowy words, my broken breath harboring
damaging and crazed verbs, chopped centimeters and perimeters,
dazed meters growing weaker, drowned out with no power
and life.  I had never felt this way before, like a meandering
mountain stream, like a swallowed dream, like my serenity
was fluttered, cluttered, unable to dictate my current state,
the instrumentals incessantly increasing and deceasing, a helpless
harbor with no starter, a knifed syllable, a fatigued period,
a scared exclamation mark dropped and parked.