Blitz

Blitz me bleary-eyed
Unnumbered thoughts, encumbered
Words washing over down
An ever-moving stream

Successive excesses
Rush, a burst breaking
Steady in suit
Scattering light, sense

A rained on sop
Shaken top through

Written on a frenzied, rainy December day in Texas. Unfinished, but maybe it’s enough. Ever had this feeling?