Grave regret
Daunting REGRET
What does it all mean when your brain is teeming with the tiny tentacled creatures of regret?
Now don your silicon swim-cap
Here comes the monolithic metaphor many men have manifested in their minds:
The ice crystals slowly melt onto my bald head
I'm imprisoned by an electrical web of neural chain lightning
Cascading sheets of steel
fall
and fall
......and FALL
before my ghastly lunar eyes.
Giant orbs that radiate infrared heat to the frozen ceiling...
drip drip drip
the ionized stalactite oozes its chilling liquid soaking my raging skull
The clatter of thunder between my ears keeps me locked on target
point blank to the zero zenith of forgotten time
forged from the hellish fires of Hades
The mix of ice and fire shocks my senses sending riptides down my spinal cord.
Nature's spinal tap never stopping for a cup of tea
Like clockwork but this time the big hand spins in reverse
Full throttle
Gravity is my second worst enemy
My mind, a lofty mushroom-cloud, takes first prize
An acid matrix tessellates before my eyes
And still it drips
And still they fall...
Ten giants having their world summit on my shoulders
Two pressing against my portobello ears as if the action might pacify the thunder generated deep within my winnowing medula oblongata.
The chambers of my dessicated heart thump like the mighty Congo drums of Zan-Zabar
Boom
Boom
BOOM
Yet some parts of my body are still asleep despite the bellowing noise of guilt
These are my liver, vegas nerve, and my wasted appendix.
Can't seem to rouse these wanting friends
Garbage collection is 4am: Time to do the dusting.
Spread open the shudders of the mind and let in the sunlight.
This Lesson can be learned from this symphony of sordid stimuli:
there is only a cacophony of rational irrationality
and perhaps a blunt-forged headache.
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