The ideas percolate,
in minutes, or hours,
maybe Days, Weeks, Even
                                                years.
But in the moment,
                                  they pour,
       in the moment,
                                   they are,
            the moment,
                                   voiced.
Choices like razor wire,
concentration becomes concertina,
frustrated silencers take the sound
from the words that explode, that explode
like a flocking group of birds,
                                                     and take flight,
in the air around,
the turbulence surround you,
their number dumfound you and the head
                                                                ­          above the watery tears,
                                                                ­ go ahead give into your fears,
go speak in rhymes,
write with a right legged limp while
your head pivots and swivels without focus,
pop the pills and mainline, you bought the hocus pocus,
the revelation describes things in numbers swarming locusts,
you been seeing that trip
across the desert for hours,
how does it feel to be in charge of the powerless?

Instead of plugging into power lines with power cords, looking for out-
lets,
use **** up white lines,
you pretend to be an energized bunny
this isn't funny.

In the moment straight and sane
in the moment sobered by pain,
In the moment stinking thinking
takes
          a
back
          seat,
you have a friend you ignore,
you keep the lifestyle and hit
repeat,
you are after all, in control, right up until your last breath.
you are after all............................................your last breath.