A Poem for Reading (Aloud. at 2 am. )

This breaking spine streams 

neurons swiftly

from brain to pages lighting with

electrical impulses fightingto escape 

as pressure builds, spills

technicolor photons from the electron

ideas ricocheting, drive me insane, 

balloon brain, 'cuz I'm an Airhead

not Laffy Taffy sweetly filling pages

along this spine cracked from all the times

it's been opened and shut like a cold case 

to be warmed over at a later date

When evidence rises to incriminate or substantiate

Never is ever too late.