Electricity
That precise moment
you accused my devotion
of simply having
an on/off switch
like a coffee maker
lying in wait for random
shambling sleepover mates
That precise moment
you, replete with my passions
suddenly missed domestic bliss
professed to be past
leaving me on a platform
transfixed, a shade
too frail to not get sucked
into the vacuum
of your metro whoosh
heart-sizzled
on your third rail
That precise moment
perjured love condemned me
to an echoing funereal walk
to the Big Chair
where you pulled the lever
with little care, not even a pause
for me to fumble
last words
That precise moment
when the current failed
to electroshock
my ruined brain
to restore my trust
my lust, my worth
one seizure, then I went limp
and your place in my memory
went dark
That precise moment
I climbed a hill, to gaze
upon night stripped of mystery
when the power grid for greater LA
in a deafening transformer thrum
suddenly surged back online
jumpstarting my life
my mind, after a long
alienating
UFO flyover
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