psychosomatic rocking
slung low
this hunk of dirt has a heartbeat that unsettles the feet
pavement is pulsing
under a gelatinous mouldy-fruit-skull.
There's a fuse under all that sway
and it only takes a moment
for everything to reach its pit.
I fly off the handle rocking
knocking into the backdrop
mouth leaking
spittle and words indistinguishable.
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