Angst, Eater of Lives

SEIZEd me the nervous fragments, a jjittered pulsing,
BEGAN racing in my mind, breakers tumbling my attention over,
ImPEACHment of a stable sense of me:
ANGST, eater of lives. Appeal to One: remember for me the thread through my tale.

Unwelcome Deposit

GROAN as I see the pigeons on the ledge again.
SCARE them? They’ll fly away, yet be back in minutes.
FECAL adornment outside my window is so gross.
CLANK! I wrangle the steam cleaner to sanitize the ledge.

Inopportune

FECAL- (and otherwise-) stained walls and floors elicit a
GROAN upon entrance; their ability to
SCARE only surpassed by a unexpected (yet unsurprising)
CLANK at the most inopportune time.

Ears, merely

AUDIO bits fixed on the side of your head hear sounds in the
INBOX fixed in the inside of your head, provide a
CHART of sound waves to the mists of your brain, where they’re
DEALT with by grey matter and reproduced again.

Stirring Music

AUDIO, digital, streaming, or otherwise, has
DEALT me blows and also so much joy.
CHARTs, though I subscribe to measurement, landing in
INBOX, have not the magic to stir my soul.

Fever

CHART-topper in the works,
AUDIO streaming through the headphones–then
DEALT a tough blow with a message in the
INBOX: supply-chain shortage means no cowbell.