A flash of brilliance
is worth a thousand scorpions,
is the weight of
a gallon of your best friends laughter,
is the Beelzebub of Ghostbuster caught demons,
is the Houdini prestige,
is a marble in a mason jar,
tumbling from creak-heavy rocking chair,
onto creak-heavier hard-wood floor.
The sound of the shatter
is the alarm clock
the blade of evil light
the day job
the departing whore
the piss-heavy dog
waiting at the door,
to take you out,
back into normalcy.
Back to a quiet,
saturate hell.
And anyone tells you different
is a shit, a liar, an idiot,
or some kind of religious.
