sys[tem]crash-coma

I am losing my sight ahead
The dim side roads fitting together closely like circuitry
Like another dead end joy-ride


I am scattered and frantic
Shoving incomplete pieces of fiber-optic dreams into a static mess of a woman
Burning bridges to create order
Holding the chaos in deep under my skin


I am driving 115mph into your broken life
Standing halfway between reality and sanity
Just like the glaze in her mismatched eyes


And I am singing lies into a CB radio mic
Huddled over belvedere on the rocks and a half empty pack of lucky strikes


I am pouring pages of show crash into my eyes
Silently petrified
So I can carve another notch in the door of this cyberpunk status war


And I am writing pages and pages of unfinished imagery
Trying to capture the perfect caption for this seamless display

The perfect caption for the lost days



And I am forgetting what there was before there was nothing



I am picking through pages of lost diaries
Not able to remember a single name


I am sketching out formulas for the hours ahead
So we can run off of instinct like lithium batteries


I am losing the narrative voice over
In a motion to suppress the past is cutting through me like barbwire
Stinging in a precise grid over a 4 centimeter model of lifelike demise


I am fluttering my eyelashes as I wake to albino walls
Pulse sounding off out of beat




They say I was gone for days….weeks maybe



And I’ve forgotten what there was before there was nothing.

• On Wednesday, May 30, 2007, Bella Butchery (947) wrote:
  
  This sounds like the process of becoming insane, with your digital circuitry punk noir twist that you seem to flow flawlessly…. Even your abstract thoughts seem so linear I do not know whether I am coming or going…. Slowly going insane… you gogogo girl.
  
  
• On Thursday, May 24, 2007, carlosjackal (1798) wrote:
  
  I've read this twice now, and every line is stunning in its own right and as one this had me in mind of a month-long club-fest, the aftermath of nothingness begging the question, "What did happen?" Top draw write. -Carl
  
  
• On Wednesday, May 23, 2007, saintedmad (1425) wrote:
  
  i like the allusions the space between breaths creates. . .and i like the forlorn dazed voice you have instilled for this piece; greatness.. . ~ness
  
  
• On Wednesday, May 23, 2007, dying angel (1076) wrote:
  
  from the title i knew this was you. this has to be one of my faves by you. especially "I am picking through pages of lost diaries Not able to remember a single name " i saw so much of myself in this...the scattered images you presented here are so cutti
  
  
• On Wednesday, May 23, 2007, dying angel (1076) wrote:
  
  *cutting. "And I’ve forgotten what there was before there was nothing." this definately made me think. great write.