ELECTRIC MINUTES

ELECTRIC MINUTES
I’m feeling electric these minutes.
Can’t be too specific without rhetoric
bullets frisking my whisking, inner-limits.
Double-digits.
Forget it. It’s like this.
I’m on the verge of a power surge at 
which point my words will unnerve the 
perseverance of the herd who joined 
me in fields full of wildebeest and turds.
For terms.
Four perms. 
Fractured. 
Split into many 
personalities in turn.
I deserve this.