Prowl Rhythm

Prowl Rhythm

A Poem by Connor

Curling dendrites and twisting nerves,
Synapses pulsing to a primitive rhythm
To touch the true essence of living,
to fulfill the insatiable urge. 
Look away, the mental purge,
Dove right in to the storm surge,
Intoxicated chemical receptors,
Itching to grow sicker. 

© 2010 Connor


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