The Resistance

In the attic

lives an addict

reflexes ticked

on automatic,

Glocks locked

thumb 'n index

crackin' betwixt

both shutters...

it's only me in the fringe

of these eye lashings...

shadowing the Pulse

in the tattered hood

making contact

with the pavement

and dis-ease

slithering down

the throat and

around these

ventricles...

to the twist

in the innards

of the stomach

2023 APR 25