What My Mind Sounds Like

the fuzzy half-static
of a tuning radio

an amplified feedback
full of repetitious speeches
in torqued distortion

words on a loop
until its clawing
at hair,
ripping out at the
occipital bone

a flood of neuroses
& fears flooding
& shifting like sand
in your neck

choking on wind
forced thru the
back of your throat

the click of a lighter
with the flame
blowing out
& a snort of mucus
accompaniment

metal lurching free
& ringing against its partner,
a flick  in the air

the singe & eventual
flash crackle
of skin

visitor’s passes peeled
off their backing
& the quiet scrape
off clothing
an hour later

every song that
puts a hole thru
your ears,
out one side
& in the other

every blues singer’s
syncopated howl
& Billie’s addictions
rubbing along her
vocal chords
in an echo chamber

mason jars clinking
against nervous clicking
fingernails sending out
an unknowable code

tinfoil’s sound from
inside your body
as it’s chewed

gravel between teeth
rolling into chips

kicking out windows
& leaving everything
in its place

horns cracking
into each other
for supremacy

a jackal crunching
bones into edible
portions

bears eating their
disposable young
& those last pleas

a hail storm ripping
thru branches
& thumping dents
into cars

unseen oceans on mute
rippling with wide mouths
splintering at the
corners

never knowing what
you’re becoming.