BLACK STATIC NOISE COMPASSION

engaging the gears of fear

for an invisible apex flight

through a dense sea of polyester mantras

as I fall mysteriously backwards

propelled by rapid sequences of self-degrading platitudes

clutching in vain at razor-sharp guitar chords vaporizing in my internal sky

distracted by Joy Division’s dead souls softly calling me

as I listen to you talk of your depression

your emotions re-routing my virginized neural circuitry

blinking off and on violet as I reboot

black static noise rushing forth from my spine

a wideband pulse of standard homogenized empathy

erupts from my pores and announces itself

a shock wave of dull mother teresa knives

climbing randomly into the receptacle of any nearby bystander