A New Poe-m for the Seepy Eyed.

"It's only fiction, Babe"

The twisting, the turning,

the internal burning,

the acid in my battery boiling over,

the acid under my eyelids swirling,

the acid tongue in my head

like Samson's jawbone slaying

the philistines, the blister dreams,

the night sweats, the dead pets,

the lost reams of paper,

the forgetful forever,

the dead reckoning regret,

the snow-packed Himalayan trek,

the flyspeck, the train wreck.

The blank spot on the wall

where I see my own demise

because I see nothing.

by e.rapin

(a noun and a verb)