Brain Wave

There is a manner to which my brain waves at me…with snares, rockets and flare guns.

Motions ebb and flow like someone who has seen a ghost.

Yet, I cannot convince myself, dull suspension is a hoax.

I reach out to dim the lights above my haggard, traveled mind.


‘I own the rocking

the rolling

the hitting


rock bottom.’

As on cue, my brain waves…

chaos lingers on.