atomic prose blaster by C.L. Fowler


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let me tell you something
about
loose
connections

i can pick up a pen
hold it like an
atomic prose blaster
on the page

everything operates smoothly

but the second
(that smoke pouring, agonizing second)
i open my mouth

gearsgrinding
motorspantingpuffing
sparksstreaming
from
two ends
of a wire
that should be
con
nect
ed

oh shit
the world is ending!
shout my misfiring synapses

and then

my mouth opens
with no sign
of the dramatic struggle

but what comes out
i'll tell you

sure
ain't
pretty