Silver

The noise and the tension in my head

feels like silver, crackling

like a lost channel on tv.

Shivers run on through.

I feel like a lousy lightening rod

Good for nothing save to hold the pulse.

But what is anybody ever good for anyway?

Around here

My hands look different to me.

But i guess that's the price you pay.

I pay. I pay all the time.

It seems i'm always paying for something.