Boxing Day

Dizzy, whirling

Warmth on the third eye as snow melts and drips

Twinkling lights shot across like comets

I can't think

See, hear

The rushing in the ears taste

The metal on the tongue

Touch me and you'll taste iron.

All my life I've wanted to make a goddamn scene

If only I could guarantee a strong exit. In the spring they tell me to stay present

I suppose I don't really have a choice, do I?

Since the recent past is blurred

and blacked out

and redacted

The Akashic records locked behind a paywall.

Boxing Day knocked me out,

Another notch in someone else's bedpost Slammed my head against the wall

Concussive collateral damage in someone else's war

With themselves. I can't think

See, hear

The rushing in the ears taste

The metal on the tongue

Touch me and you'll taste iron.

All my life I've wanted to make a goddamn scene

If only I could guarantee a strong exit.