flipping through heavy metal sheets
outside the storm spits blue against my window
keyboard over my cock and 99 luft balloons on radio repeat
I have as yet to digest my dinner
hair still twisted dark with rain
that falls like car wash waves over my windshield vision
tonight has come and thunder has gone
lightning still hangs static behind the tri-horned god
the power has not gone out
nor have the lights once flickered weak
nor have I uncrossed my black whiskered legs
to grip and grope and knead
beneath a blanket of restless caffeine sleep.
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