Understanding the Overstimulated Body

Stepping on glass—shards
Scattered across—a minefield
Underfoot—Times Square—

Wasps nest in—your ears
As muskets—and cannons boom—
Fire alarms—shrieking—

Your corse—a statue—
Stone cold and solid—and yet
Disintegrating—

Need to—grasp something—
A pen—a railing—a hand—
I’m—drowning—in air—

Crumple on the floor—
Waiting—for the world to end—
But—it keeps going—

No need to—prepare—
You already survived it—
The apocalypse—

This broken record—
Keeps playing—the same—death march—
Until—you lie—down.