Dry-Erase Seizure Poem by nathan martin

expositions, preminitions
dry-erasers falling from the sky.

but I've got a chalkboard for a
raincoat and a half dozen reasons
to change my expression.

expositions, dry expressions,
clay cast methods i formed long
ago.

long before my epileptic discourse
unraveled and convulsed beautifully
off of my tongue.

sitting in the corner shaking violently
at the wrist. slumping at a computer
writing poetry with a pocket full of
felt tipped markers.

watching the clock turn slowly
at night shift in a breakroom.

stealing away to heaven in a fit
under the hum of some ballis
lights.