Am I schizophrenic;
a bit of a hypochondriac
and a maniac mixed into
one panic attack; splashes
of madness soak my poems
in a poisonous rash; contagious
hives spread after each itch on
the surface of my glass skin;
flickering flashes from the
past; smashes what I can’t
have; violent spasms convulse
a blast of thrashing implosions;
muscle contractions invade by
loosening and tightening my
being with this forceful bashing.
© 2019, Christopher M Frangieh