This is it
this is
it—this is it
I know it,
exactly—when I say
I'll say
I'm saying
I'll say it—Action! Then Bam!
on just about any
old cold Tuesday
snowsleepy morning—Epinephrine!
Make way!
Shiny skinny pretty
monochrome
chains of—adrenaline!
come slam-
dunking incautiously
romping,
shimmy
shammy
whammy-
shake—jangling down the frayed
and confused
ends of
a pile of lillywhite dendrites
and—just like that; heck
I'm awake,
and I'm here,
and I'll stay,
to fight—the same day
back
out of
plain sight again.
